1. |
Life In The Fray
04:23
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I'm getting lost staring into the rain
I hear the call from the place
Where the sun still shines
And the glass still breaks
I've seen enough deaf angels escape
And stardust disappear
To let myself cascade
I’ll trade vultures for cranes
No I won’t keep on
Living life in the fray
No I won’t keep on
And made to fight
I choose myself and life, for once
And I won’t keep on
I’m hungover from the hubris of youth
The blows still hurt
But now I’m black and blue
A lasting shade, even fresh bleach can’t repaint
So now we drink, fuck, like there’s nothing to prove
No shame admitting I’ve done all I can do
Just know that misplaced fate
Doesn’t mean you failed
Let go
There’s no stones to be set in
Let go of it
Let go
Life is more than a painting
Sometimes you need to erase
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2. |
What's The Use?
02:35
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We were just song thrush
Feet glued to power lines
Knowing its safe shelter
But could blow at any time
High dive
Flying with blindfolds
Live wire
Running from headstones
“Hear lies all that we know”
And I’d seal our fate but life makes its own
What’s the use?
Wild, free, in love, but still end up home
What’s the use?
You’re what you make of the dealings
What’s the use?
Fighting with visions when the unknown
Is just a mirror of all that you’ve grown
We were magician’s marks
With disbelieving eyes
Landed where we wanted
And didn’t realize
Street lights
Kindle the same roads
Jump cut
Tenants to landlords
“Here lies all that we know”
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3. |
Can't Let Go
02:58
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Riding an unpaved road
We are wanderlust
Passed the flares of once was
Where wishing stones turned to dust
You are breath
And buzz
And what I’ll become
And now I can’t let go
You’re not getting away
No I can’t let go
You’re not slipping away
Not slipping away
Traced the lines on our palms
To a house on the hill
We held hands at the French place
And you said “I will”
You are fate
A flood
Turned an “I” to an “us”
Never met a night we couldn’t conquer
Last stop at the basement bar’s a blur
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4. |
Late Night Drive
04:05
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Disillusioned standing in the driveway
Can't hear the goodbyes
Friends parting ways
Blinking headlights
Turning off the road
Tonight I think I'll take the long way home
The highway wind blows through my hair to the beat
Of something playing in a minor key
Missed opportunities
Plans gone off astray
Damn, I wish I would have said it that way
So what is it about the night
That makes us think about the things we've lost?
Good times only seem drawn to the day
Rewrites come at a higher cost
Times where we might have had too much pride
Its all so clear on this late night drive
The things we think and the things we say
Separate us from what was and come what may
Dealing with goodbyes that came too soon
I'll drive and drive
Me and my thoughts and the moon
Have to go
In winter you don't care
If the snow falls on your face
In summer all your clothes
Could become damp with rain
Reflection isn't just the other side of the mirror
Its connections made and spayed
Second guesses
Frantic retractions
But its too late
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5. |
Got It Wrong
03:07
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Hearts that burst like a gong
Life defined in a pitch black song
Though you live in the sun
You’re shattered, but made of teflon
Driving past all the trees
With seasons bringing closer dreams
Fireworks over trains
Could change a broken verse
And I can’t decide
If it’s beauty or decline
When I think about my life
Am I on the right path
Or on one I don’t belong?
‘Cause being young means
Never having to admit you got it all wrong
Cobblestones under feet
A fever dream from a long lost sleep
We count alleys, not sheep
Our constellations graffiti
Ever fighting the dawn
Search for where there’s lights still on
And wonder if you should leap
Before your shot’s gone
Can we stay inside?
‘Cause outside of me
Easily lose sight
But if we stay inside
We lose grace for the ride
And why we’re here
And all we tried
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6. |
Antithetic
04:12
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I'm erratic
I'm a regular particular
And I am so afraid to fail
It's hard for me to agree with me
You see
I'll try to put this elegantly
This kind of thinking could do me in
So if you take my heart apart
And you try to figure out what makes it work
I couldn’t tell you
But I wish I had directions for you now
It's not the end
It can't be
Understand there's some things I can't fix
But that's okay
If it's what you want
Then keep it that way
Nothing's antithetic
'cause winter's always been so good to me
And I'll ask if you remember December
'cause I know that this is
Completely different
Than anything I've done before 'till now
Is this different for you too?
Let's scream until we're broken
Let's fall until we're blind
Just be my bedtime story
And with you I'll be just fine
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