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Juniper City
03:25
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Walk through the door, it's said and done
My life's over because it's begun
Those days of mine, they're memories
Goodbye youth, hello me
But that's life, ain't it? Ain't it true
When not just any old scrap will do?
Pictures on the wall, lamp on the desk
Find some empty drawers for the rest
In my head, picturesque
In real life, jumbled mess
To the lawn, to the field,
Count the seconds until it's real
'Cus afterall, it's over after this
Tell me where I want to go
Tell me what I want to do
I can't think straight, I can't think straight
And if my eyes are broken
I expect some form of compensation
If only to put my mind at ease
If only, if maybe, whatever
I guess I'll give it another go
Put on a velcro mask, put on a show
Don't laugh at me when I mess up
Don't laugh at me when I fall down
Cus afterall, it's over after this
Remind me why I'm even here again
Cus afterall, it's over after this
Remind me why I'm even here again
Cus afterall, it's over after this
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Allie's Accent
05:15
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Someone keep an eye on the girl
She'll break you down if you let her
Breaking in each night for her king
Until the guardsmen find her
Eyes that kill, looks worth complimenting
Dagger underneath her sleeve
Disappear for days on end
Then cut out your beating heart again
Sleeve, cut, you better watch yourself around her
Deceive, run, she ain't that sweet, hey!
Allie of the night
Seeing stars in her eyes
She can't remember last night
She's the type to start the fight, she'll break you down
Days will fade into the back-room
Desensitize and fall-through
No recollection, regrets, or recognition
Just another day in the life
Smoke and mirrors not worth the wait
Pretend and participate
Surprise, surprise the answer finds
There's nothing left to give away
There's nothing! Nothing left to give away!
And she knows there's not!
Allie of the night
Seeing stars in her eyes
She can't remember last night
She's the type to start the fight, she'll break you down
Someone call the royal guard
The moon is moving on
The day becomes her cover-shelter
Until she sees the stars
Someone call the royal guard
The moon is moving on
The day becomes her cover-shelter
Until she sees the stars
Is she containing something other
Than w0t she has become?
The day becomes her cover-shelter
Until she sees the stars
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Dopple Gang
04:07
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So what, so what if I
So what if I could drive for miles
Stops along the way letting them
Catch up with me
Ah yes, yes or no,
Why are my heart and head so disconnected?
Mind tricks are so overrated
No need to tell me, I know I'm jaded
Should I not? Didn't we?
I am, I'm at a loss
I'm at a loss and running out
Of time and words to check my heartache
At the door
They know, they know my name
They know my name and have my number
Undercover like I've got something to prove
One held up finger, I count two!
Should I not? Didn't we?
Is she you? Are you me?
Overdrive, flee the scene!
The Dopple Gang is haunting me!
The Dopple Gang is haunting me!
I guess its all in my head
Trying to make life out of the inanimate again
Still I can't help but notice every now and then
The similarities and perceived improvements.
Should I not? Didn't we?
Is she you? Are you me?
Overdrive, flee the scene!
The Dopple Gang is haunting me!
Should I not? Didn't we?
Is she you? Are you me?
Overdrive, flee the scene!
The Dopple Gang is haunting me!
The Dopple Gang is haunting me!
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Bygones
06:56
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Dearest brother of mine
How long's it been since last we spoke?
You've shut me up for some time
As I sit quitely in the fire and smoke
You try to act like I'm invisible
That I have no right to speak my mind
But my dear mirror, I'm invincible
This life on earth doesn't hold enough time
To break me, to incinerate me and scatter
My ashes through the streets
Like firework debris on the Fourth of July
You know you need me
I know that I need you, my friend
We're the same person
We're the same individual
Let's let bygones be bygones
Let's call a spade a spade
Let's have a family reunion
Let's have a grand parade
I don't want you to feel like this
I don't want you to cry
I don't want to sit here helpless
I don't want to be confined anymore
There's a timebomb ticking
It's sitting right here in my lap
I try to defuse it again, and again
But you won't have any of that
I hope you realize what you're doing
You're putting on years that you have yet to live
But yet you're quick to dismantle
Any advice that I have tried to give
It's not worth it
How can you be content with everything
You cry out in a loud voice
I promise you that I'm listening
I know I screwed things up once
I know you hated me for it
But please here me when I say this
I'm ready to make up for it
Let's let bygones be bygones
Let's call a spade a spade
Let's have a family reunion
Let's have a grand parade
I don't want you to feel like this
I don't want you to cry
I don't want to sit here helpless
I don't want to be confined
I don't want to sit here helpless
I don't want to be confined
I don't want to sit here helpless
I don't want to be confined
I don't want you to feel like this
I don't want you to cry
I don't want to sit here helpless
I don't want to be confined
Confined!
I don't want to sit here helpless
I don't want to be confined
Confined!
So...
Let's let bygones be bygones
Let's call a spade a spade
Let's have a family reunion
Let's have a grand parade
I don't want you to feel like this
I don't want you to cry
I don't want to sit here helpless
I don't want to be confined
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