- A Benediction
we're all converts to the new faith,
the new church of commerce,
neither saints nor salesmen but somewhere in between.
and we're dying as apostles,
to this the more tangible gospel,
but come payday we shall be redeemed.
we're self serving in our mission,
using hand written ammunition,
- An Instrument
13. AN INSTRUMENT
i don't remember ever being someone else
but here i am, on this stage singing like i mean it
watching you stare back at me
like you've seen a ghost, which is pretty close
you can see through what i believed in
i was an instrument, i was a messenger
- Aphoristic Instruction
for twelve years now
for two people,
there's a war that's been waged by the feeble.
in your mind
it's your son's fault,
not the birth of a dual action hate vault.
blood red sunset
every sunday,
- Apologies
14. APOLOGIES
thank you for letting me hold you every night
but i must be leaving to find us a better life
with two cars, a big yard and everything you deserve
all that i've said in songs, you'd rather hear in words
i'm sorry for running from what i have to do
- Esacpe To The Mountain, Lest Thou Be Consumed
05. ESCAPE THE MOUNTAIN, LEST THOU BE CONSUMED
somewhere out there is your safer bet
in a world without disappointment or regret
but i know we can't tell our hearts what not to do
they just keep on working, even if we don't ask them to
the clockwork ticks to keep the frame alive
it tells us who to love, who to leave and when to lie
- Escape to the Mountain, Lest Thou Be Consumed
Somewhere out there is your safer bet
In a world without disappointment or regret
I know you can't tell your heart what not to do
It just keeps on working, even if you don't ask it to
The clockwork ticks to keep the frame alive
It tells us who to love, who to leave, and when to lie
There's a dollar to be made here
- It's Raining At Indian Wells
11. IT'S RAINING AT INDIAN WELLS
do you remember when you were twenty-two
did you know more than everyone else back then too
or is this something recent that came with age?
my face is your face and my hands are your hands
but my blood's something different you can't understand
if you cut to the nerve i doubt you'd find a trace
- Killing Stroke
These fingers are freezing,
They’re screaming of poor circulation.
We’ve traded the greatest physician for self-medication
And now this body is failing.
The heart slows its beating, we’re needing a resuscitation.
We took turns deciding the ending
while we took communionsome
- Mutiny
08. MUTINY
you're the light from outside
that creeps through the cracks where the door doesn't meet the frame
and shines in our eyes
reminding us of the sleep that we've yet to take
the floorboards creek under the weight of hesitation
as we shift our weight from your self-righteous indignation
- No. 5 with a Bullet
i'm so sick of failing. i never meant to fail you.
your words now become me, as mine all seem to fall through.
these walls once held our dreams,
we were once in love here in this building,
it's now burning and we're crowding the exits,
running to escape the rest of our lives.
your arms around me feel like consolation,
your hands are holding sympathy,
- Our Holy Ghosts
02. OUR HOLY GHOSTS
there's no room for mistakes in here, my love
what with the promise of poisoned fruit that this place has offered up
and we've taken our spills with a heavy handed grace
at the hands of each other, we'll be kissing one another
while covering our mistakes
- Roots
04. ROOTS
we hold hands like old trees that have grown too close
a tangled knotted nest of rotted roots that choke
the veins that eek their way through the dirty soil
that bears them out of duty to their bastard child
this song's own belonging is lost on me
- Rum And Cigarettes
09. RUM & CIGARETTES
i've got a good head on me now
i've got a good head on me now
it's in the spaces where you and i exist
and this sweater that i'm wearing
was in a good need of repairing
but it was only ever mine to try and fix
- The Constant
03. THE CONSTANT
you were the constant in me
the branch to my falling leaf
as i recall the ways that i was once held by this tree
and it stays with me
where i lay, windblown as such
a far cry from the place where i know we touched
- The First One To The Scene Of An Accident Always Gets Blood On Their Hands
breathe now, while you have a choice
i watched your color fade
you're a siren without a voice
don't leave me here
to carry the banner
like the string to the hammer
you were the key pressed too many times