Woodkid
Woodkid ☆ The Golden Age
Walking through the fields of gold In the distance, bombs can fall Boy we’re running…
Woodkid ☆ Falling
Buying some vintage records in Williamsberg stores Playing paper boats on east river shores Meeting…
Woodkid ☆ Boat Song
We packed our bags and said farewellUntied the knot and raised the sailWe threw our…
Woodkid ☆ Baltimore’s Fireflies
What are the words that I’m supposed to say?Your white skin, swirling fireflies.Darkness has surrounded…