Evil ones are keeping watch out, the light goes on
Steamy house, dead of winter, that light stays on
There’s no one here, calm and collected, they’re waiting to get me alone
There’s no one here, gone off & left me, I don’t feel too safe here at all
Open ears, white knuckle fancy, I’m lighting flares off in the street
I’ll be here, just sitting waiting, testing my patience alone
Trapped in my living room, on my birthday
Winged Wheel anchor their Space Age grooves in rock, the muscle of drum and bass and guitar undergirding wild flights of fancy. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 3, 2024