The Weekender from Gentle Risks by The Warhorse

we could've died i've said it once or twice we've had our fights i'm sorry i never learn i'll try saddle up let's ride it's like a dream so quiet and free a to b or c to z wherever your wheels take me ride or die hold the line a world in flames i helped pour the gas when i sought refuge it all felt so detached a path washed in a fresh kermit hue the road back home i'll ride with you i'll ride with you freewheeling and joyful hurtling faster into the wild blue there's nowhere i can't go with you a flawed but perfect wonderland the waning crawl of the minutehand moonlight guiding our caravan no sound at all but pawls and man the world at bay for now

• Punk
• bicycle punk
• darksynth
• synthpop
• synthpunk
• synthwave
• Los Angeles