I could be
Wrapped up in silence
Churn in the breeze
That pushed me out the door
Walk and count the city towers
The night becomes my day
Im finding comfort
With nothing more to say
I could think about the wasted hours
While I stare out at the bay
Take my silence
And watch it wash away
The teeth of my dreams
Bite like an island
The color schemes
Of palettes on the shore
The weight of belief resides in the timeless
It is a thief that aches for more
Walk and count the city towers
The night becomes my day
Im finding comfort
With nothing left to say
Head on out to east of town, where no one knows my name
Nothings there, nothing more to gain
Walk and count the city towers
The night becomes my day
Im finding comfort
With nothing left to say
We could walk around
In old downtown
And go to the cafe
The life of motion
The life of day to day
California's Cola Boyy threads a message of rebellion through an effortless, uplifting blend of indie pop, funk, soul, and disco. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 18, 2021