Fatal Flaw from The Thunders by Sky So Dark

Down the drain by the old arcade
Some teenage shivery
If you pay attention, man
You can still hear whispering

You were caught with your hand in the jar
You’re not sorry for anything
Admit it, you’ve got a fatal flaw
And it’s probably worth mentioning

Come on Anjali I’ve got you
Come on Anjali I’ve got you
Come on Anjali, I’ll take you home

I’m no saint myself, to be honest
And I rarely tell the truth
I’m not making eye contact
I’m just here to help you

Come on Anjali I’ve got you
Come on Anjali I’ve got you
Come on Anjali, I’ll take you home
Come on Anjali I’ve got you
Come on Anjali I’ve got you
Come on Anjali, I’ll take you home​

• Alternative
• Manchester Music
• Punk
• gothic
• indie
• post-punk
• Bloomington