lyrics
These highrails run across our homes.
The many workmen still scraping along
with silent ears pressed to their phones:
you have to pay to keep your bones.
Go walk in lines and ordered pairs
with iron matches and electric chairs
through forest fire and golden stair
to find some answers to your prayers.
A young boy keeps his dreams in check
against the flood: the lights rusty gleam,
and inside his heart and mind may crack:
you have to decide what’s real and obscene.
The city and all the people will stare,
but they will never see each other look.
Will we regret all we never took?
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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