Rhythm Section from Quiet, Sirens by Will Weston

you're like a traffic light
that's every color but black & white
i knew it from the start
you go from broken to work of art
it's such an accident
the things we're coming to represent
but i'll be glad to stick around
things find a way of working out

our affection's an intersection
we sit and wait for the lights to change
idle engines humming in between gears
my projection for reelection
hangs in the balance from day to day
but something tells me that you like it that way
your inflection's a rhythm section
your inflection's a rhythm section
your inflection's a rhythm section

you're like a traffic light
that's every color but black & white
i knew it from the start
you go from broken to work of art
it's such an accident
the things we're coming to represent
but i'll be glad to stick around
things find a way of working out

our direction is lost in the sun
we run the wheel in the cage all day
but i'll be damned if we don't power this town
imperfection is our connection
tectonic plates tend to drift away
but they still form the continental divide
your inflection's a rhythm section
your inflection's a rhythm section
your inflection's a rhythm section

• Rock
• guitar rock
• harmonies
• horns
• indie pop
• indie rock
• San Francisco