CALIFORNIA.

HURT.

L'AMORE.

SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW.

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
I'm getting old and I need something to rely on.
So tell me when you're gonna let me in,
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.

And if you have a minute why don't we go
talk about it somewhere only we know?
This could be the end of everything,
so why don't we go
somewhere only we know?

CRIMEWAVE.

Eyes lit.
I pawn short breaths.
A fawn's dark eye lids.
Dada dada die.
But life's breast.
Like a sun against my head.
Dada dada die.

DEMO REEL.

ELECTRIC FEEL.

Oh girl, shock me like an electric eel.
Baby girl, turn me on with your electric feel.

Do what you feel now.
Electric feel now.