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Further Down/Further Up
04:56
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Hold it to the sun, if life wasn't so difficult, I'd sacrifice my heart to you, I'd bleed right out and fall into, fall into, fall into
Just another song, I'm nothing but a criminal, I'm losing all my casual. You stare into a dismal hole, dismal hole, a dismal hole
And you were roaming to and fro. He called me good and faithful he called me Job. But that was the promise in my wounds, I was the son until the sacrifice was mentioned
You take me at my word, I swear I'm nothing dangerous, The plague wasn't anonymous. I guess you see my shaking lip, shaking lip, my shaking lip
Pages turned to black, It's jasmine from a bird of prey, she crosses me out every day, she's digging me a shallow grave, shallow grave, a shallow grave
And you are my home, you are my heart and you can't restart.
I'm gonna burn it down and let the trumpets sound if you could read my mind well you'd be crying now
and you are to blame, and you must be insane, because you have no idea,
I was human being was full of hopes and dreams why don't you take a look cause now there nothing there
And you have no remorse because you, you were my only choice, and now you, you sing a different tune. My heart is black and blue you pushed me through and through, now I'm a broken branch I'm hanging from the roots.
Hold it to the sun, If life wasn't so difficult I'd sacrifice my heart to you, I'd bleed right out and fall into.
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Turn
04:25
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Silver faced star, Dystopian heart. I'm just a hard man to find.
It's there in your eyes, a shallow disguise. And you tried to cry
And I know you can fill my place, but you're like a fog I slipped behind
You fill me with a slow disease, this fever's gonna boil down some lies
Turn. Turn
Return to your seat we drink and we eat. We lay down with death beside our beds
And I'm lost in this house. So we sit in the sounds of an AC unit and buzzing phones
And I know I'm not the only one who thinks, that you'd be better off alone
And it's quite on your restless days but it's too loud when I come home
Turn. Turn.
A warning sign (Turn) I'm judging by the distance (Turn) We can never make it (Turn) My feet are on the breaks we (Turn) and when we hit the barrier (Turn) I will try to say I'm sorry (Turn, Turn)
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Dionysus
03:47
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Call it constellations, call it light, I see the distance
Call it space, call it time, but I know the difference
I call it bad decisions, I call it right back where I started from
And all the words you let rest upon your tongue
I just couldn't make you say them.
When you held me on a sunny Sunday night, I just couldn't help but think it.
I named her saint like Peter, I guess I think I've seen her, falling feet first, right off a crumbling tower. I must have caught her sickness, I've been sweating bullets, my skin is pale like hers was, right at the end of the world.
Dionysus was my name, my Thracian roots set aflame, her golden hair was my gain and now i'm crying for love.
But the grapes of wrath, you know they're all that I have tasted, I just couldn't represent it. You blink and sigh, But I guess i'm never perfect, but your amorite was golden.
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Frozen Red Beans
01:58
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crickets, creaking chair
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Gloria 852
05:36
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I saw you from the crows nest, you're forming constitutions
It's critical behavior, when every word counts
You're wading in the deep end, you're face will break the surface
You will fill your lungs with sea salt, when every breath counts
The waves scatter your body, your bones are weak and tired
Well your heart it finished trying, when every beat counts
I've suffered through your leaving, the voices were deceiving
They washed away your essence, when every strand counts
And I lay my vice, against the salt, release the hound. In the filth I will be found. Construct your faults, Conspire to walk against the flow, and make me know when you have crossed
And you break me. A symptom of your constant grace. I'm incomplete. Inner reaches outer space
You're living on a hope
Taken under toe
Fell the ebb and flow
Give me something hold
Intangible
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Picot
01:58
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Well you took me by surprise explore the void inside my eyes, what a hell of a way to find that I have changed. I wasn't what you might remember I was infinite and frail, not so sturdy, Don't age well. I don't feel well
Now I'm stretched across the bed, I'm laying flowers on your head, talking soft I can't remember who you are. Just two strangers playing games, you trip my heart and make me sane, I wouldn't feel it any way, I don't recall
You called me yesterday I think, I heard your voice it sounded faint, but I could make out all the words you scrambled through. It gives me confidence to cry gives you that sparkle in your eye. I pissed another day on by and I am sorry
Sometimes I think about my life about the times it went alright. And no on elses heart came close to loving mine
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Senseless Sacrifice
03:06
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Line them up and let the children go, we speak of Yahweh on the hardwood floor. Secluded moments when you locked the door. But there was power in the name of –D
So take up your cross and walk away from where you swear you're going. There's blood that is pouring from the lips of lepers overflowing. From this senseless sacrifice.
And then I told you I was stable, I really must have lost my mind.
I've held it down for a year or so, but it will surface I'll let you know. When every word rolls heavy from my tongue until the floodgates close. I'm scaling Moriah like a vine on lattice, you cut me down. You know I've been trying just to get an inch off of this ground. From this senseless sacrifice
Yeah, you're the angel that I wrestle, the peace of mind that don't think twice.
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