The stars never shine like this back home
And all I can hear is the blood in my head
Dragging back on a broken filter
I could die fine now with nothing left for wanted
I've had my razor to the dirt for months
And there's certainly plenty to sate me here
Simplicity that sings in shades of yellow
It's a wonder that these circumstances live
No cause alive tonight for expectation
As all my sophist's pride falls through the sieve
Like vodkawater nectar flowing down a velvet gutter
Nothing but this matters, leave the Abels to their Cains
This life affords the chance for but two moments
That memory will recall clear as a sun
That nostalgia will drive you mad to taste of
Tonight, right here, is almost surely one
To the golden glow of uptown where it's quiet
But for the dead men's dirges no one hears
credits
from Post-Apocalyptic Hymnal,
released December 3, 2008
Jak Locke: guitar, cello, drums, vocals
Zach Dufrene: strings
Jeremy Borne: bass
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