More songs by Julia Wolf
Description
Nostalgia here isn't about old photos and the smell of cinnamon. It's salty and damp, like the air before a storm. It all starts with resentment toward Florida, but ends almost like a prayer - that someone, someday, will finally hear, understand, and stay. In this track, childhood is somewhere in the back seat of a car, growing up is in every “unspoken word,” and love is like evacuating before a hurricane: sudden, frightening, and yet still salvific.