lyrics
Sorry boy in run down sorry houses
stumbling through the maze of sweat,
ten cigarettes and things aren’t better.
Exhale a temporary reset.
Another drink and nothing’s changed.
That sorry feeling in your gut still stings.
Save yourself! These drugs won’t catch you.
Only you must mend your broken (wings).
So, stumble for miles back to your home,
or press into the crowd and go blind.
You are and will never be alone,
for there’s far too many on your mind.
Wake up! Walk out and wind this wheel back.
Stay strong! Stay sure! or paint your sight black.
Like the words your father spoke:
this is how you grow old.
Stain and kill your soul with smoke:
this is making coal from gold.
credits
from
Nightingalesong EP,
released January 2, 2011
Music by Nicholas Maratta, Nicholas Jorgensen, Taylor Calise, Ethan Elenberg
Mixed, Mastered, and Produced by Adam Cichocki at Timber Studios
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