Across the lake that’s where my baby stay
There’s a signal fire every first Friday
Ill work all day and I can work all night
To pay for a boat and that will make things right
Pockets are poor and eyes are rich with sun
Give me your skin and love oh lonesome one
Times have been worse like in 1998
When the lake went dry and we were filled with hate
Our two-tone hearts are beating once again
Lets scream all night in my shoes just tell me when
Tear off the mask oh powerful loving soul
You’re the music and music is my soul
A vibrant vision of "Central Americana" from the Costa Rica-based artist, blending heartland devotionals with playful Tropicália grooves. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 27, 2022