Colors - The Tins



     
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It's hard for me to say what I want from
You I have had 22 years of
Trying to form the words that somehow
Might mean I am feeling
So many colors in this distraction
Brown hair makes her lips more red
Words would not describe what I'm seeing
I try to hold my tongue but it's useless
She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa
And every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile
She's always waiting for me to speak
But all she hears is whitest noise
Though I may not communicate my heart
She knows the color I'm screaming
She makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa

And every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
I feel it coming, I feel it coming
I feel it coming on, on, on
Whoa, she makes my heart scream color
I know by now she should have found me out, whoa, whoa
And every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile
Yeah, she makes my heart scream color
She should have found me out, whoa, whoa
And every sense I have has been exhausted
But color makes her smile

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Buffalo, NY’s The Tins are a three piece that craft “tight, masterfully layered jams that build and fold into honest, captivating tracks.”(The Recommender) Keyboard player and vocalist Mike Santillo, drummer Dave Muntner, and guitarist and vocalist Adam Putzer met in an underground practice space at Binghamton University in New York. Post-graduation found the trio tight on funds, and it was decided the best option was to relocate to a small loft above Mike Santillo Senior’s trucking company.

Read more about The Tins on Last.fm.


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