Behold our man
Cold as ice
Something says predictability
And it comes as no surprise
Something in his eyes
Can’t quite get a grasp
Of why he does what he does
1, 2, 3 that can't be me
Its salty sweet and can’t be seen
From front to back
The odds are stacked
Two-sided coin hinges on duality
If you're hearing well
you don't hear your ears at all
You say tell me what I want to hear
I'll tell you what you need to know and so on and on
Here comes our man
Bold as Night
Something says inevitability
Now we've been through this before
It's foolish and what’s more
You feel you can't ignore
So gather your arms and look around
It’s true, the fall is near
There is no war
No use for your gun
Nowhere to run
Surrendering is the seed of action
If you're seeing well
You don't see your eyes at all
I stopped telling my tragedy in fear I’d start to believe
"The album contains whimsical moments of blues rock and roll, Toscano's midwestern drawl, and an addictive listenability."
-Valerie Veteto
The Bay Bridged