Some are born with the psychic inflection
Catastrophic when they go in the street
It comes to people like you naturally
Leaving me blind to all time and all direction
Killing your nature just to irritate me
You lie every time you turn away and
You're too naïve to be so petty
You're only choosing what you're gonna say
In the middle of the night, she calls me
And all I know is patience and love for you
Pulls me up into the sky when she asks me
"What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?"
Swimming alone in a sea-world wasteland
Floating lifeless to the edge of the pool
Pulls me up into the sky when she asks me
Modern magazines and holy scriptures
My play rehearsals all go unheard
Love is running a little faster
Losing my body with one ancient word
On the hour of my death, the page rips
All is lost and I am left to rot
The beginning of the end approaches
You and I, we float up to the top
I am dead for one moment
I am dead for one moment
The Lord speaks for one moment
Heating up for one moment
Swimming alone in a sea-world wasteland
Floating lifeless to the edge of the pool
Pulls me up into the sky when she asks me
Low Era was written by Max Bassin & Gus Green & Cameron Winter.
Low Era was produced by Geese.
This was us trying to write an actual radio-friendly song with a chorus and a danceable rhythm, just to see if it was too much for us. Evidently it was, ‘cause we still stuck a big fat outro jam on the end. Gus and I worked together to get a sort of shifty, spider-y guitar part. I scrapped the lyric...