Fieldtrips from Bondage by Bondage

The way he plays with your hair, like a thousand threads of silk it's making me sick. .Your so close I can't taste it, and I hate it, you're so close I can break it, I ain't gonna make it no no no... And now who will wonder, what's your name what's the game that your playing, and now who will wonder, what you love what you doubt am I in or am I, Trippy field tripping. It's in the way that he calls your name, feel the walls around are crushing down on me. Fuck you if you fake it I can see it in your faces, as you sadly smile is it worth the while It ain't my style, It ain't my style no. Break it up and let me show you how to live, burn it down and let the fire take you in, let's forget about what's going on what happened and what's yet to come come on, Don't let go.

• Rock
• emo
• post-punk
• shoegaze
• Calexico