When you're king, you're king alone
Ruling from your sinking throne
Oh, my king, what have you? Nothing
Fitting catacombs for yourself, but you know
When you're king, you're king of something
Seasick scepter turning purple
Dress me up I'm passing over
Pull my thoughts away from someone else to be alone
When you're king, you're king of all
When you're king, you're king of all
When you're king, you're left with nothing
Lost inside these vacant walls
Wander restless through the garden
While the caterpillars crawl inside of you now
Await the worms, await the worms
When you're king, you'll wait for worms
When you're king, you're king of worms
When you're king, you'll wait for worms
Wait for the worms to crawl in you now
Dreamy, intricate guitar pop from Oakland's Absent City; splashes of accordion, sitar, lap steel, and mandolin add textural richness. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020