The hall remains, It still contains A pair of doors; a choice. Behind one door, a muffled roar, Behind the other, a voice.
I am utterly stricken with how nicely this song fits with Sans and Toriel and what they’re each waiting for. Like, if I had the time to animate them to it I would, that’s how strongly I feel about this.
Why do quirky indie-rock groups consisting entirely of white boys with guitars always have a lead singer with exactly the same nasally accent? Doesn’t matter where they come from, or when they got started: the Arrogant Worms, the Mountain Goats, They Might Be Giants - they could totally trade vocalists and nobody would know the difference. Do they stamp these guys out of a mould, or what?