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Salt
03:31
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Well here I am
A ghost of the joy
I used find in the day to day
Well here I am
Unsure of myself
And waking up feeling sick again
I'm looking at the palms of my hands to see how empty they are
There's never been an answer I've found on the ceiling
As much as I stare
As much as I sweat and taste the salt
I want a way out of the hole I keep digging
But when I'm close
I feel the sweat and taste the salt
I know it's been sold
Letting go keeps me clean
Even though I've never known
How cleanliness was next to godliness
I found my god in pettiness
I'm looking at the palms of my hands to see how empty they are
And I'll never realize how much I've been given
That's the taste of salt
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It's May and the weather's great
You know, can't complain
How the sun sets the same
And cuts through the closed blinds
Shape family outlines
Always checking in or ducking out
The pains of aging
All mistakes
Languished to empty space
Blank stares and dead air
Spring white linen and mechanical breathing
A broken bedside and laughing through the tears
In a room that has been waiting for you
In a home that has become an empty nest
The pains of aging
All mistakes
Languished to empty space
Blank stares and dead air
Can't complain
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If Wishes Were Horses
02:18
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It melts with me in the snow
It rots with me in the soil
The fields are covered in rust
I'm growing less concerned
All the wires in my heart
Are pulling themselves out
Fraying at their starts
Thrown out like wishes in wells
And if wishes were horses
Then the herd would be whole
But the stables on fire
No one waves for help
The fields are covered in rust
I'm growing less concerned
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Tunnel Visionary
03:38
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Highways/Bridges/Trash towers
Reassurance in it disconnecting me
Until I'm floating up
Disarmed polarity
Tunnel visionary
It sits right at the chest and pulls in
Place blind faith in gravity to stay grounded
Grip the wheel and prepare to get sucked up into the sky
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Hang on Those Days
03:34
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What keeps us alike?
Keeps the hand shakes familiar
What keeps us from just shooting the shit?
Chewing the cud,
"We should hang out more"
There's not much to close the gap
A distance only brothers understand
To sow the seeds we're dealt in our silence
To sit and watch the wheat wait out the wind
But there were times
Like the snow days in Crofton
The long nights at your place
Where I'd hang on those days through the rest of the year
Where I'd stop and smile
Where I'd weigh the warmth
Where I'd keep chewing at the cud
Where I'd hang on those days through the rest of the year
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Please Excuse
03:42
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Who's to say I'm good for it?
You're a light I left so hungry for an eye
I've seen myself become
A man of fewer words
Fewer follow-throughs
And "I want"
I want to say things are different
I haven't felt too good for it
You're a light I'm passing off into the shade
I've seen myself become
A man of fewer words
A man ignorant of his devices
What is left of lonely roads?
Never repaved
Never renamed
Apologies wander lost and echo through
Cracks splintered in the pavement
I ask:
"Can you forgive me?"
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