Tommy is whispering the name of the rose
Who said she back once she'd powdered her nose
All his friends have gone off down the road
There's couples in corners with glitter on lashes
A cymbal it crashes and fades
Don't be afraid
Find her down the hall
Look no other way
She's the belle of the ball
There's no time to hide
Days are getting by like the leaves there that fall
Now she is coming back into the room
Men drawn towards her like moths to The Moon
Though the evening is over too soon
They'll always remember that fifth of November
Will burn like the embers that lie
Where they walk by
Find her down the hall
Look no other way
She's the belle of the ball
There's no time to hide
Days are getting by like the leaves there that fall
Take her on the lawn
Look no other way it's the will of The Norns
Never be denied
Days are getting by like the fireworks that fall
Toronto rivals San Francisco as the North American capital of jangle pop as evidenced by this new record of sunny jams from the Motorists. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 16, 2024
The Cleveland band temper uncompromising metalcore breakdowns with infectious jangle-pop melodies and ample dark humor.
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