Album by Dear And The Headlights
Number of Lyrics in Album : 11
By Dear And The Headlights, On some mentioning of thoughts of mid twenties tangent plots Those
By Dear And The Headlights, Backwash districts sprung from Ra's bright hips Reduced to silkscreen hand
By Dear And The Headlights, We're just whistling past the graveyard Laughing in backseats and restaurants Don't
By Dear And The Headlights, Gone for a while And then blink and revile My old habits
By Dear And The Headlights, A postcard of apple cores on spit strained wooded floors I
By Dear And The Headlights, So many ways, but you don't ever see 'em coming
By Dear And The Headlights, There's no sound, no one around Half the sun's gone underground All
By Dear And The Headlights, Paranoia posed in saintly rows outside my windows Cacophonous caws, bacterial
By Dear And The Headlights, You're like a constant crowding consonant I'm a claustrophobic I,
By Dear And The Headlights, Straighten up my shoulders for my mother and mirrors The overcompensation
By Dear And The Headlights, Oh I was on my way to doing something else, you