Everything kept flickering. This large ominous figure towered above me. He resembled an owl of sorts. We were in a jungle and then a swamp. We were buried in the sand and my lungs burned. We were falling for what seemed like forever and then nothing was there at all. He was screeching above me now and on the raised side of a spoon, scrambling to hold my footing as if it mattered. Then we were in an alley and the owl had filled the sky. I was done for and then once more there was nothing. And nothing returned.
MP3 :: White Car - No Better
Website :: White Car
No Better EP available August 31 via Hippos in Tanks