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Talking Shadows

by OF THE OPERA

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1.
On these cold grounds we watch the fires die Steep cliffs above we can't get no grip For every foot that I'm ascending here There's always three feet back that I slip We'll find a place at the top to sit We'll look upon our path And plainly see the mistakes and wrong turns That we have made along the way I was not born here into wealth I hardly had my own health Came up in a town where the wise show fear In the stead of a cradle, there was a replacement I was born in the basement of a house on a farm The beckon call We were young We would see how far we'd get tonight Before we heard the call to home We would roam along the fire's side Into the depths we choose to run and dive On the wet grass we can't get no grip For every foot that I'm progressing here There's always three feet back that I slip We'll find a place with a view to sit We'll look upon our path And plainly see the mistakes and wrong turns That we have made along the way We made our break on the tollway (Slept in shifts along the way) I don't know why this means so much to me (A softly repeated phrase) Now we lay here with this mattress on the floor I was half asleep back when she kissed me Then she vanished right out the door The jealous moan The crawl home has come again It has no end in sight They drag their hands along the fence You must learn to hide your innocence Where we'll go, no one knows You must sense the lack of warmth and light If you listen close, we're beckoned home Though you can't tell from where you hear the cry Out of the fire here we shall reemerge On these tall flames we can't get no grip For every foot that I'm ascending here There's always three feet back that I slip We'll find a place at the top to sit We'll look upon our path And plainly see the mistakes and wrong turns That we have made along the way
2.
Tonight he's gatherin' up his love At least the bits that still exist Stack them up, shut them off His opened arms now display two fists Heard that his baby she's leaving town Found an escape, she's gonna have it Now he's free, yeah he's free Along with newly formed bad habits Thought they could walk on air These hearts of iron could not be damaged Her skin so soft and fair His turned to leather This town had ravaged his soul My dear, away our hope seemed to run I admit that in the cold light of the sun And the dirt that stains the hem of your dress Leaves a trail, as all the tears you've wept But the moment you're not homesick Is the moment you have given up And I'm sorry that it sounds so cruel Wasted days when you used to love this fool Dreamt of a woman that he used to know Though now she wears a long black veil One day she ran home and cried to her mother, "These romantic thoughts are doomed to fail." "I told my baby I'm leavin' town. Dug in his heels, he wouldn't have it" "So now he's free, yeah he's free. Sleeps in a bed with his bad habits." "Thought we could walk on air Once intertwined we'd not be damaged We're all born blind and scared It all depends on your reaction to the cold" Boys tonight we are approaching the border Ain't gonna take no orders They held us dead in their sights If they wanted we would bring them their fight In the night the wind kicked up the dust Created shapes in the spotlights Above the chanting cries His old words, they did rise
3.
Bell Tower 03:46
Say so long to the life you had You can't guard yourself from the truth 'Cause you don't know what is comin' You can't pretend like you know what's comin' We roam the streets howling at the moon A pack of starving wolves The last thing we need is food You'll see me leave from window next to your bed Now we're wilting in wake of this summer heat Only emerging in the night offers little relief In search of someone that reminds us of home So say so long to the life you had Say so long to yourself 'Cause you don't know who is comin' You can't pretend like you know who you're becomin' And you don't know what is comin' You can't predict if the courage is there to summon The water cold and black on the river banks No fireworks in the sky There is no one giving thanks The excitement has run out with the tide Now all your things are back in boxes Are we leaving here? Is it time to settle down or should we stay another year? How do we know if things will ever work out? (Have to be able to) Say so long to the life we had Say so long to your friend 'Cause you don't know what is comin You can't pretend like you know where we're goin' So say so long to the life you had There's no more concept of home But you can't exist if you don't take chances With poor returns and failed romances Outside our widow the bell tower tolls Not for the fallen ones, but those left old
4.
She used to sing as we crept through the streets That voice would carry from the plains to the shadowy peaks And we would spin in the protection of night Our bodies yearned for one another Flaws were hidden from sight But that was long ago Now wander with the night, I will Feeling lost in the final thrill They speak in tongues Click their heels on the pavement No one's aware how out of touch I have become God couldn't tell you where this world had come from He stumbled across it just like everyone But that was long ago We spent the night on the cathedral stairs (Can we build a new life or are we playin' it safe?) From every window there's someone who glares (Are they trapped in that life or are they scared to be safe?) Please don't bother with the delicate touch I won't feel a thing Lately dear, I don't feel much Now wander with the night, I will Feeling lost in the final thrill
5.
A bitter truth; The world will not stop turning It waits not for you Nor will I hear excuses for this anger burning Deep in your eyes He laid down the rifle at his feet And brushed the dirt from his hands on his thighs He asked me: "You really want to waste your time doing good, then get stuck in the sky?" Good luck... 'Cause you don't belong Anymore than I was born A wealthy, respected man's son And you don't have long By the sound of those drums growing near They are many and you are one You are one Now you, you held the line It was drawn there deeply down in the dirt Emblazoned only by the memories of what you left behind This countryside It was once a place to raise our young Now the future site for cowards to dry their eyes I hit an age in which the chances offered fell to the side They told me: "Go learn a trade young man, and hit the ground running. It don't pay to be shy." So I left home But when the money won't come We all start getting hungry We shed our disguise I hear the shadows talk "It's time to learn to get those clean hands dirty. Now we'll meet there tonight." He said, but... I know that I don't belong Even though I wasn't born A wealthy, respected man's son Now you, you held the line It was called out by the voices buried in the dirt Emblazoned only by the memories of what you left behind The underside of this city comes into view Now the future site for cowards to dry their eyes If this was suppose to be the easiest way Then why did all those men shout? If this was suppose to lead to brighter days Then why'd we have to hide out? Now I know that I don't belong Among these men There's not a single respectable one Now I know that I don't have long With the sound of the sirens growing near They are many and I am one I am one I was one I was... Now you, you held the line It was drawn by someone deeply there in the dirt Emblazoned only by the memories of what they left behind This country side It was once a place to keep our young Now the future site for cowards to dry their eyes So dry your eyes

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released January 29, 2013

Recorded at Bushwick Studio
Produced by Robert Bock & Joshua Kessler
Engineered, Mixed, & Mastered by Joshua Kessler
Artwork by B. Thom Stevenson
Photography by Kelsey Bennett
Layout by Matthew Tenney

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