Look at you kids, you know you’re the coolest/The world is yours and you can’t refuse it/Seen so much, you could get the blues, but/That don’t mean that you should abuse it
A strumming bassline sends her light years back in time, to a place where love and life is innocent and full of hope. Her haunting voice sails over the beat like a specter getting one last glance before moving on to the next life. The beat slides up and down numerous peaks and valleys, creating a fitting sense of elation and sadness. A bittersweet jam that analyzes the passage of time.