Skye by Model Homes

I know you’re sleeping somewhere
I know that
I’m busy wandering elsewhere
Thats enough of that
I’m counting fences where they normally divide
I’m counting faces where they usually hide

Both of your shoulders
Propped me upward
Now I’ve grown shorter
Time drags me forward
Still I linger
Haven’t grown older

Cover your bad eye
Your momentum is a force multiplied
Watching you sprint by us
My untied shoes can’t keep up
Feet flying fast I can’t feel em

Both of your shoulders
Propped me upwards
Now I’ve grown shorter
Time drags me forward
Still I linger
Haven’t grown older

Can you stand this
Can you even bear to handle it
Your tires run
rocks kick up
Choking down tears
That taste like dust

• Acoustic
• folk
• math rock
• New Brunswick