Life On Pause embodies the feeling of being dressed up with nowhere to go through crisp Dua Lipa-esque bass grooves, the raw ferocity of Marcus King's guitar playing and anthemic melodies akin to Foo Fighters. After months of endless lockdowns and Zoom co-writes, Life On Pause screeched and roared to life in the studio as the pent up outpouring of Brandon and his team's collective creativity. Life On Pause belongs on your fist-pumping, windows down, volume up, pop rock playlists.
Lyrics
Who pressed pause?
Who called it off?
‘Cause I ain’t getting anywhere
Maybe my GPS is wrong
Where I am?
Where’d you go?
Oh, I can’t connect to data
I can’t reach your phone
Well this sure ain’t going like I planned
Now I’m standing here with my head in my hands
I been tired and worn
Made a prison of my home
I’ve got all these plans
But they all end in idle hands
And I got 10 to 1 I’m dying here alone
I’m all dressed up
I’m shiny as well
My phone’s at a hundred and ten percent
But I can’t get bail
Brand new boots
With nothing to lose
Oh, I’m all dried up and feeling stuck
With these walking blues
It’s all slow-mo, get low, life on pause
Fake crown, lock down and a non-compete clause
I been tired and worn
Made a prison of my home
I’ve got all these plans
But they all end in idle hands
And I got 10 to 1 I’m dying here alone
I been tired and worn
Made a prison of my home
I’ve got all these plans
But they all end in idle hands
And I got 10 to 1 I’m dying here alone
Who pressed pause?
Who called it off?
‘Cause I ain’t getting anywhere
Maybe my GPS is wrong