Cut the tension when the air is thin.
A trail of static where my thoughts have been.
And salt-stained windows blur my view,
Leave me blind to the truth.
Gridlock introspection, stop and go.
A red light intersection, breathing slows.
We both beg for different things,
Neither one gets anything.
I could convince myself that I could breath in spite of me,
You could convince yourself that you've got reasons not to leave.
There's a humming noise I can't forget,
Where falling leaves meet summer's last regrets.
Life's cocoon is spun with lies,
Mine has room for two inside.
Some small comfort that I can't define,
We're both tripping on the same thin lines,
Luke warm water in our mouths,
Spit it out, and tumble down.
I could convince myself that I could breath in spite of me,
You could convince yourself that you've got reasons not to leave.
White noise pounding in our ears,
Through the static, no one hears.
I could convince myself that I could breath in spite of me,
You could convince yourself that you've got reasons not to leave.
As vulnerable as this feels, it's time we let these war wounds bleed.
I gotta convince myself,
Maybe we need some help,
Or we could just fool ourselves.
credits
from Beneath the Churchyard Tree,
released October 25, 2010
Dan Jackson - Vox, Guitar
Al Deans - Percussion, Synth
Taylor McCarrey - Bass, Guitar
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