I bought a book on Hinduism just as soon as I left her house
Wishful thinking
On the off chance I get the chance to know her like no one else
I read each word like a present
In the present is where I aim to be
Caution’s in the wind, I’m throwing it again
Over the ocean inside of me
I count the days until I get to see her face and drowned in it again
Wishful thinking
On the fat chance she’ll give me the chance
To show her who I am
I’m wanting to read any chapter
That she’ll let me see
I’m starting to have my doubts that I’ll ever get a word out
She’s incredibly hard to read
My neck is stuck out
I fought and fought, but for the life of me could not hold it in
Wishful thinking
There is no chance and I mean none
That my heart will pierce her skin
And like a scolded dog
I display the saddest of looks
She looked at me like a wall, with no feeling at all
And just like that, she shut the book
In songs that swing from giant and anthemic to distortion-caked and widescreen, Lightning Cult conjure galaxies of sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2022