It's a hollow sound when you hit the ground, but the crowd nods along.
Beating broken wings, desparate wounded screams are their favorite songs.
Then I dream you shake me from my sleep.
These shallow thoughts a comfort while I sink,
But the bottom never comes.
CHORUS
Have you got it yet, does this bring something to mind?
Have you got it yet, cos you're leaving me behind.
In heavenly choirs and furrowed brows,
Falling in or bailing out,
Either way, it never comes,
If I'm lost or if we're one,
When all is said and done.
Oh... no
Pull these shades of gray, I will sleep for days under glow-in-the-dark stars.
I will reap and sow all this stunted growth while I hum a few bars.
Where failing eyesight doesn't mean a thing.
'Til finally there's no one left to hear me sing,
But the bottom never comes.
CHORUS
Oh...The bottom never comes.
credits
from Beneath the Churchyard Tree,
released October 25, 2010
Dan Jackson - Vox, Guitar
Al Deans - Percussion, Guitar, Organ, Vox
Taylor McCarrey - Bass
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