Wishcasting from Expensive Air by Trevor James Tillery

I wish us all the best
I hold you to my chest
Cos’ nothing feels right
Yeah, nothing feels good

I wish that God would tell
Us we won’t rot in hell
So we can move on
Yeah, let’s get over it

Imitating better days
Til’ we find some better ways
Wishcasting feverish daydreams

I wish us all the best
I hold you to my chest
Cos’ nothing feels right
Yeah, nothing feels good

I wish that God would tell
Us we won’t rot in hell
So we can move on
Yeah, let’s get over it

Iterations of fragile days
Til’ they shatter in fragile ways
Wishcasting beliefs are dangerous

I wish that God would tell
Us we won’t rot in hell
So we can move on
Yeah, let’s get over it

• Alternative
• Electronic
• Indie
• indie acoustic
• singer-songwriter
• Nashville