Are we still changing our goals?
In attempts to fit the results
Is there nothing classic left?
Nothing timeless left in us
There was a time when I felt
That it was just you and I
Your aching hands were so small
There was a sliver in time
The things you see in the dark
Are just your haunts from the light
The faces pass on the street
Left to right
The things you need in the dark
Will fade when placed in the light
These patterns felt like a cure
Day to night
You say you lost your way
You weren't the only one
You should not let someone in
See how your skin will grow thin
You're not the only one
You say you long for the day
Before I led you astray
You're not the only one
And now we've come to the day
When you are running away
You're not the only one
Our motives each had their faults
A sinful bed where we lie
Loose lips will cause words to leak
Sink ships in which we reside
Your palace has the decor
Placed on a delicate cliff
The storm is just off shore
Soon out to sea you will drift
Floats through walls, this desire
Are you there, are you tired?
Please hand me, my dear, this cross to bear
Under the house bury your skeletons away until the bones stick through the floor
credits
released May 9, 2012
Produced, Recorded, Mixed by: Robert Bock
Mastered by: Max Steger
Photography by: Kathleen Fanto
Layout by: Matthew Tenney
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