Your memories are fading walking through this old town
My heartbeat is slowing, my mind’s coming down
Breathing’s just like the ocean,
Let it pull and then slip away
But I’ll ride on this wave till I crash on the shore
When my time has come I will choose to be no more
When I’m fast asleep in my poor man’s grave
I hope that there’s nothing that I would’ve changed
Now I’m so much older than I used to be
My steps getting slower, I don’t feel so free
Some days I feel so low,
Some days I just lose control
But I’ll ride on this wave till I crash on the shore
When my time has come I will choose to be no more
When I’m fast asleep in my poor man’s grave
I hope that there’s nothing that I would’ve changed
Hailing from Houston, Alien Eyelid make Grateful Dead-ish psychedelic alt-country with a distinctly twangy Southern rock tinge. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 13, 2023
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