MNDR is heading out on tour with Shiny Toy Guns. Tickets are available now!
10/22 San Francisco – Rickshaw Stop TICKETS
10/23 Los Angeles – The Echoplex TICKETS
10/26 Toronto, ON – The Hoxton TICKETS
10/27 Philadelphia, PA – North Star Bar TICKETS
10/28 Boston, MA – Brighton Music Hall TICKETS
10/29 Washington D.C. – Rock and Roll Hotel TICKETS
10/30 New York, NY – Santos Party House TICKETS
11/1 Chicago, IL – Subterranean TICKETS
“Waiting”
Waiting
You sit there waiting
Running, but no one’s chasing
Dying for conversation
Waiting
Where do you go when you’re waiting?
Always waiting on somebody
What are you waiting for?
Welcome to your heartache
Welcome to your everyday today
Walk away, walk away
Get out of your way
Get out of your way
Always waiting on somebody
What are you waiting for?
Waiting
You sit there waiting
Calling in desperation
Sick of cancellation
Waiting
Where do you go when you’re waiting?
Always waiting on somebody
What are you waiting for?
Welcome to your heartache
Welcome to your everyday today
Walk away, walk away
Get out of your way!…..
Waiting
You’re still waiting
Always waiting on somebody
What are you waiting for?
“Stay”
Stay in love
I’d rather stay in love
I know my mind is made up
So what am I so afraid of
Stay with me
I’d rather you stayed with me
You can add it to the nights that we’ve stolen
Right here we can stay frozen
I can see the end but I’m holding
I can see the end but I’m holding
We move across the sand it’s building
Pressure on the glass I shatter
The burning in my heart (in my heart)
I’m aching aching
Stay
Wish I could stay in love with you
Add it to the nights that we’ve stolen
Right here we can stay frozen
Stay
Wish I could stay in love
You can blame it on the life that we’ve chosen
But right now we could stay frozen
Fade away
I’m not gonna fade away
If a crash is in our make up
Do we stay true or do we make it up (make it up)
Don’t let it fall away
I know that we’ve made, mistakes
You can blame it on the life that we’ve chosen
Right now we could stay frozen
I can see the end but I’m holding
I can see the end but I’m folding
Across the sand, we’re drifting
Pressure on the glass I shatter
The blood is on my hands, (on my hands)
I’m aching, aching