Sing to me through the trees
Whispering softly
Your voice rustles in the leave
I love it when you sing to me
I never wanted to write these songs
And I’d give them all back
For blue skies and dry eyes
No more dancing alone at night
I’m floating in the ethereal plane
I hear your voice calling my name
I’ll sing along until my voice gives out
I’ll these chords until my fingers bleed
Your voice
I love it when you sing to me
I never wanted to write these songs
And I’d give them all back
For blue skies and dry eyes
No more dancing alone at night
Sing to me
Sing to me
I love it when you sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me
Sing to me through the trees
As I fall asleep
An easy-to-love combination of emo and jangle pop, the first full album from Spirit Night in eight years feels bathed in a golden glow. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2023