Please don't tell me that I'm different when I say I want to face the world alone.
I wrote ten thousand pages, but I sure can't call all of them my own.
When we are young, we raise our glasses most every night.
When you are done, please turn out the light.
The truth is relative, and I know there's so much that I gotta learn.
My folks have different accents, and I'm not sure which one to call my own.
So kiss me, stranger, who moves through the night.
When we are done, we'll turn out the light.
As much as I love runnin' round, sometimes I get the most of holding still.
Think of all I've done, but also of the things I probably never will.
Frightened of growing old, seeing memory evaporate.
You know I'm in love with this feeling of being too late.
I know a sweet song is still simply relative
To all that I have ever known.
You stood behind me while I looked out across that precipice.
You buried your face in my neck and you told me things I'd never hear again.
If Carolina's in my blood, well, don't it seem a little strange?
When all that I am dreamin' of is you, my Oregon rain.
And Florida, you enigma. Palms turned into pines.
And if roots can grow this easy, who am I?
Chorus
So, how do we define ourselves?
Is it our lovers, foes, or bank account numbers?
The temperature droppin' don't mean you can't count on the sun.
So we sail on, just tryin' to keep our heads, our heads above water.
And somehow our coordinates, they always end up the same.
On their latest album, the Australian group Oh Pep! covers a broad stylistic ground as a way of processing heartbreak. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 30, 2016