Come Outside from Beautiful Noise by Pynch

Don’t you wanna come outside?
We can laugh about the ways we’ll die
And smoke more than our lungs should hold
Twenty grams, two hundred bones

Happiness is an afternoon
Running around next to you
Will tomorrow come? No one knows
I just wanna feel love in my soul

It’s in the misspent weekends
The sun, the sea, the seasons
The aching heart that’s beating
The English air we’re breathing
It’s in the radio
Tune in and listen close
The garden’s overgrown
It’s everywhere we go

Don’t you wanna be a man?
Better do something while you can
Will tomorrow come? No one knows
Take love in your soul

It’s in the misspent weekends
The sun, the sea, the seasons
The aching heart that’s beating
The English air we’re breathing
It’s in the fading dreams
That we choose to believe
It’s in the mystery
Of being anything

Anything
Anything
Anything

So get out there and live your life
We’re just bags of dust flawed by design
At the mercy of the great unknown
Searching for love to save our souls

• Alternative
• Lo-Fi-Indie
• New Wave
• Post-Punk
• Slacker-Rock
• dream-pop
• London