A Windy Night In The Suburbs

We found a golf club in the blue bin
Now we're doing a little bit of
Smashing glass
Garbage, down by the train tracks
Noticed that you don't feel watched, that's noted, alright, ok, oh
Now I think I might freak out
So can you pick me up now
This nervousness is building up, building up, now

(It's building up, building up, now)
(It's building up, building up, now)
(It's building up, building up, now)
(It's building up, building up, now)
(It's building up, building up, now)
(It's building up, building up, now)
(It's building up, building up,)

(Whatever season it is)
A little scared
Without reason
A little lost on
Whatever season it is
A little fear
A little breathing
A little voice is calling out our names again

So slow down the synth to half time
(W-what about the sample rate??)
It'll be fine
I tell myself it's over
So slow down my heart beats one at a time
(W-what about anxieties??)
You'll be fine
I tell myself it's over