what do you know? this house is falling apart what can i say? this house is falling apart we’ve got no money, but we’ve got heart we’re gonna rattle this ghost town
i’m not sure what it is about “anna sun” that gets me every time i listen to it—it’s one of those songs that makes your bones shiver while it sends pinpricks along your fingers, making them itch. it makes me want something, but i’ve never been able to say quite what.