A Windy Night In the Suburbs

We found a golf club in the blue bin Now we're doing a little bit of Smashing glass Garbage, down by the train tracks Noticed that you don't feel watched, that's noted, alright, ok, oh Now I think I might freak out So can you pick me up now This nervousness is building up, building up, now (It's building up, building up, now) (It's building up, building up, now) (It's building up, building up, now) (It's building up, building up, now) (It's building up, building up, now) (It's building up, building up, now) (It's building up, building up,) (Whatever season it is) A little scared Without reason A little lost on Whatever season it is A little fear A little breathing A little voice is calling out our names again So slow down the synth to half time (W-what about the sample rate??) It'll be fine I tell myself it's over So slow down my heart beats one at a time (W-what about anxieties??) You'll be fine I tell myself it's over