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Glass House
03:51
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I understand it's not your fault
You did nothing wrong
I can't help that I miss you.
Somehow I feel at ease
I know you'll be just fine
But for now I've run out of words to say.
I feel you in the grinding of my teeth
I feel you in the stomping of my feet
Our distance has swallowed me
I feel you in the grinding of my teeth
I feel you in the stomping of my feet
Grind my teeth until my gums bleed
I've been counting days, still counting days
Everyday I'm counting
Sitting and waiting every night
I've done all that I can but it's not enough yet
No it's never enough
I know we'll reunite sometime
I know we'll be together once again
I asked myself,
Why is everything
I love taken from me?
But that's life; I'll be fine.
I defended myself,
I tried to fight back.
Clenched fists do nothing to the abstract.
I understand it's not your fault
You did nothing wrong
I can't help that I miss you
Somehow I feel at ease
I know you'll be just fine
For now I've run out of words to say.
The distance between
Can't tear us apart
If I learn to keep
You close to my heart
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Come to Pass
01:59
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I try to find everything they can hide.
Figure out anything I can't see.
Only I really know what this means.
I'm not a part of this tragedy.
Give back what I gave up.
These nights no longer shine for us.
Look back and see.
The ground we walked on ain't what it used to be.
As for me, I'l let it be.
This will come to pass.
I can't believe.
What this has done to me.
What's blinding me is apathy.
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Bunk Beds
02:20
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You're an irrational thinker
I'm an impatient poster-child.
If it wasn't for last night it would've been alright.
In the end, stuck again, we can see who you are
The curtain will fall, we can see all that you did to the ones who had your back from the start.
Two face is an understatement of the person that you are.
Your conversations always bothered me
You are fake, you are fiction.
Talk behind my back
Make sure you say it to my face
You seek approval but I pity the worth-seeking scum that you've become
Stop hiding it; we know, we know
Give your incompetent mind something to do.
Your life consists of cut, copy and paste.
Quarrel among your own shame.
Your consequences are not mine to blame.
Talk behind my back
Make sure you say it to my face
You seek approval but I pity the worth-seeking scum that you've become
Stop hiding it; we know, we know
Give your incompetent mind something to do.
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Misfortune
03:07
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Note to self, my presence struck a nerve.
I witnessed your true colors past the bright lights.
Close encounters have painted a picture of your character.
Cold words have never gone unheard.
I'd say ignored, but not undone.
Here's the thing, I've tried but it's not my fault.
Your arrogance saw my appearance.
Open your eyes and seek past the superficial.
Hopefully someday confronting humbly will be an option.
Honoring Sunday consider simply changing perspective.
I'm sorry for the effort, I'm sorry for the stress.
Until that day our gap will stay forever so rampant, stagnant and constant.
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Regal
03:11
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I haven't slept in the last few nights,
Stripped away from rest, my dreams have gone away
I can taste the air
I can feel the sunset pouring down over me
I just want a peace of mind and the notion of success
I guess sometimes reality brings out the good in me; It bleeds.
My patience is running out.
I'm searching for clarity, searching for something ahead of me
Despite forward motion my vision is blurred
My hope is confined
If hardship was a prize I've won too many times
Clear skies, dry land.
I'm searching for clarity.
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