White noise round in my head
Every time you walk in the room
These loud boys tuggin on shirts
they try to say anything new
I can’t hear much of our conversation
Close my eyes, try to feel the vibration
But nothing, nothing,
nothing
I got one last string I haven’t broken
And I’m running out of excuses and reasons we ain’t spoken
I got one last string I haven’t broken
Let this white noise drown me out for a moment
Head up I-81, never more than 79
And these black trees painted on the sky like an oil spill
My love is burning bright
I got one last string I haven’t broken
And I’m running out of excuses and reasons we ain’t spoken
I got one last string I haven’t broken
Let this white noise drown me out for a moment
I can’t just tell you you’re the one I’ve been dreaming about
I can keep dreaming about you
Dream until they cut me down
Nothing beats those late summer evenings where you're with your best friends, just hangin' out, sharing funny stories, eating snacks and enjoying much needed time together.. Eggbot3000
Louie Zong truly puts his inner child in creating such comical and witful songs that makes us daydream of childish nonsense yet makes us contemplate the nuanced melodies with such heart warming dedication. Music is a feeling and it doesn't need to be complicated. Only needs to be fully expressed in fun lyrics. Lovely songbook.😊👏🏼 josedenoche