I can't stop waiting,
At the tops of buildings,
For you to send me my acceptance letter to university.
But I couldn't care less,
If I never see your handwriting;
It always makes me tremble,
So how am I untrustworthy?
Nous sommes cela,
Nous sommes cela.
You will spend your nights writing my stories;
Everything is you.
You do that to yourself.
But how am I supposed to continue with nothing?
I can't believe you,
When you talk so fast.
Il fait faux,
Parce-que toi et moi,
Nous sommes cela,
Nous sommes cela.
Market makes blissful bedroom pop for anxious times, spooling together lo-fi textures and auto-tuned instruments with urgency and detail. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 16, 2020
Market, from Melbourne, fuse soul and chillwave on a wonderfully woozy song with rubbery guitars & breathy harmonies. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 19, 2020