Hold your breath, hold your breath
We must not speak of death
Hold your breath, hold your breath
We must not speak of death
Happy birthday pet
Your Dad’s got six months left at best
Happy birthday pet
Your Dad’s got six months left at best
So hold your breath, hold your breath
We’re way out of our depth
Hold your breath, hold your breath
We must not speak of death
Hold your tongue, you’ll get wrong
He’s only got so long
So do your best
Hold your breath, hold your breath
Hold your breath, hold your breath
We must not speak of death
Hold your breath, hold your breath
We must not speak of death
Hold your tongue, you’ll get wrong
There’s a shadow on his lung
And he’s only got so long
Happy birthday pet
Your Dad’s got six months left at best
Happy birthday pet
Your Dad’s got six months left at best
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Hold your breath
Synths abound on the new single from Hearts and Rockets—icy cold, sharp, and minimal, and topped with a punk rock sneer. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 22, 2020