No Harmony

When you look at me that way
Through the panes of glass
You’d never think that we were
Just stopping to get some gas
In that diner with our plates scraped clean
You lean on me and blankly stare
If indeed the world collapses
I want it to happen when we just don’t care

You sit in your nightshirt
At the kitchen table
Shoulders bent over
In the dying of the light

In the springtime when our feet get cold
Walking through the parks
We spend the nights moving back and forth
Tandem, desperate, dark
 
You sit in your nightshirt
At the kitchen table
Shoulders bent over
In the dying of the light

Terrible wires tie us together 
Like puppet and puppeteer  
Who is who that’s what we wonder 
As we jerk here and there

You sit in your nightshirt
At the kitchen table
Shoulders bent over
In the dying of the light

You sit in your nightshirt
At the kitchen table
Shoulders bent over
In the dying of the light

Nightshirt - Single

Nightshirt

Pick Up Your Daydreams

Day To End

Steps On A Safe Path

The Feeling

Solo

You Knew

Asheville indie pop. 
Currently traveling the world. 

Frail Jonny