I can't sleep at night
The noise, the noise.
My eyes they open wider
The noise, the noise.
I came to relate
The noise, the noise.
Help me compensate for
The noise, the noise.
But I wouldn't do anything.
The thundering that throws me away.
I wouldn't do anything.
I won't go to church
The noise, the noise.
The preacher wouldn't care for
The noise, the noise.
I don't know what's real from
The noise, the noise.
I can't hear a thing for
The noise, the noise.
The noise.
The noise.
The noise.
I wouldn't do anything.
The thunder that throws me away.
I wouldn't do anything.
The something that keeps me away.
I wouldn't do anything.
Something that begs me to stay.
I wouldn't do anything.
Something that throws me away.
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024