Toadstool by Tysk Tysk Task

We’ve rot around for a while...
Pick up the stones like a child.
And how I could grow’s not your style,
hidden yet hurt in the mire...

For the want and the way and the things that you will,
Cause I know who you’re not and I know you could kill, OH MY GOD!

Meltin' way down in the snow,
Haunting in grown forest floors.
The toadstools’ from me, don’t you know?
I thought that I saw how'd this go...

For the want and the way and the things that you do,
Cause I know who you’re not but I know that we’re through...

But the sun is too hot,
and the stars are too far.
I could lie here for weeks -
they’d still not know who you are.

Missing for weeks after the show.
Nobody looked, how could they know?
I feel how you are, how it goes...
Hunting around in the grove

And it’s all that you hate that I wanted to be,
and it’s not what you want so the cycle repeats...

And the sun is too hot,
and the stars are too far!
I could lie here for weeks...
but, you know? I know who you are!

• Alternative
• Boston
• Indie rock
• alternative
• alternative-rock
• garage rock
• garage-rock
• grunge
• indie
• lowell
• Lowell