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Heartland
03:37
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V1
You must have been the patron saint of growing up in the worst place.
It must have taken all hell to get you out.
You used to tell me all the darkest imagery about a dream you had that’s all gone now.
You taught me everything about the silence, bloody fretboards, and how to shout.
We spent a night in a basement off Hawthorne, then never saw you come back around.
V2
I used to get so goddamn angry about the things I couldn’t change.
I had a polaroid picture of you I must have lost along the way.
I hope you’re not still out there wandering.
I hope you’re nothing like you used to be.
Those keepsakes aren’t worth the weight and not worth remembering.
Chorus
I’ve been swimming up troubled water.
I’ve done a lot I don’t care to honor.
And it don’t mean much, but I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
For all I’ve done.
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2. |
Stonewaller
04:18
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V1
The last horseman was a stonewaller.
Locked up tighter than our rusty hearts could be.
Back and forth, up and down, I’ve been feeling inside out.
Chasing shadows like I’ll find some masterpiece.
This charade was worth forgetting.
Torn between place and setting.
Our shadows painted in the moonlight after dark.
V2
You used to say the world was crumbling.
Fiery red, ashen, black, and pearly white.
You always said our end was nigh,
As you carved our names into the bark of that old pine.
I felt you crossing over.
A shotgun to my composure.
I had a dream about a brick on the gas pedal last night.
Chorus
I’ve got this awful feeling that tomorrow's coming,
Uninvited and way too soon.
Reverse the course of my path.
Rewrite those things I’d take back.
Focus my stained glass point of view.
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3. |
Relics
04:20
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V1
You smelled like cigarettes and sorrows.
When I was with you I never felt alone.
You had a reckless heart from years of collecting scars.
I should have known eventually you’d go.
Eventually you’d go.
V2
There was a storm racing through your eyes.
You said let’s talk, but I already knew.
There was a better ticket, with a better man, in a better town than this.
If I were you, I would have left me too.
I would have left me.
V3
There were reasons you were feeling hopeless.
And why our love was dead and cold as stone.
We spent a thousand hours, on a thousand nights trying to see the light.
When we finally did we prayed for night to come, and dark to fill our souls.
Chorus
I took a drive down to a house where we used to run away.
I had the window down and every mile I’d toss a memory.
Like relics of a moment I tried like hell to hold.
My iron grip choked the life away.
It choked the life away.
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4. |
Twin Suns
04:04
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V1
We were kids back then just trying to find our way.
Up ‘til sunrise in a diner spending all our hard-earned pay.
I think we believed in something more than burning out here.
But I’m still here pretending I’m not drowning.
V2
We were brilliant, like a spark to gasoline.
They told us stories, they said luck was all we need.
I grew up feeling like a farmboy down on Tatooine.
I’m still here pretending I can take the heat.
V3
And there I was, like a branch to stoke the flame.
I was buying into some marketing campaign.
Hook, line, and sinker. You just might escape.
Well this house is made of cards, so be careful what you say.
Chorus
We should have ran like hell back before our souls were grounded.
Wax wings and all those things, to let you know who’s got the upper hand.
It’s a long fall back to all the places that we tried so hard to forget about.
Falling stars can only go back down.
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5. |
Like This Does
04:36
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V1
I’ve got a hundred reasons why you might not be feeling right.
And one through ninety-nine are me.
The thing is I have chipped-up teeth from grinding all the time.
Another night of car crash dreams.
V2
Sometimes I take any exit I can find.
Sometimes I just need to breathe.
You’ve got a little heart of matches, ego busting from the seams.
God damn just let me sleep.
Pre Chorus
I saw the light click out.
I heard the wind chime bells singing old familiar songs.
I felt the key change then, as you told me that we’re sinking.
We’re both major/minor wrongs.
And I heard a story about us once.
How the chains were tied to cinder blocks.
And right before we finally gave up.
You turned to me and said,
“Why does this end like this does?”
Chorus
Why does this always end like this does?
Why does this always end like this does?
Why does this always end like this does?
Why does this always end?
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6. |
Wingwalkers
04:56
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V1
The Sawmill off Maple Ave felt way too much like home.
I didn’t drive twenty-three hundred miles just to walk back into your door.
They’re serving drinks in Mason jars, I wasn’t twenty-one years old.
I heard our song echo over the speakers, and I just walked back into the cold.
V2
My phone doesn’t work in this place, it’d be a whole lot worse if it did.
I was packing on Christmas Eve, I was gone when the snow started to stick.
It hit me like a broken jaw. When I pictured my twenties, it didn’t involve this road.
Who could have known?
V3
Old tales of wingwalkers and the reasons that they’ve flown,
So don’t let go, until you’ve got something to hold.
I threw the key in the creek out my back door. I flew home to get all my things.
I turned around and did the same old bullshit I swore I would never forgive or forget.
Chorus
And I need you now, like a car needs an icy road.
Or a circus act that seemed so well-planned before we got on the tightrope.
And our highs were beautiful, as our free fall ending.
It was clear what you were trying to say as you told me everything.
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7. |
Sleeping Equations
04:30
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V1
I want to bleed like I used to, back when I was so vulnerable.
I wish that I could speak to you, talking up instead of talking down.
I thought I was all grown up, more like a child in a man's suit.
Growing tall instead of growing down, when I should have planted roots.
V2
I had big, big plans that never seemed to formulate.
I was carrying stones inside this home, I thought I had a brilliant escape.
I was crying from a big glass house, it was luck I made it out okay.
When the whole thing fell, it was just as well, you know it finally made sense to me.
Chorus
I’m still afraid of the dark.
I’m still scared to death of leaving someday.
I’m scared of opening up.
I closed myself down, thinking I might be able to fake,
Every uphill fight, every sleepless night that I just spent lying awake.
I still remember the times when I lost my mind,
And all those tears I made you waste.
I never had much grace.
Bridge
I was chasing a pipedream that I could be anything.
I was told to play my luck.
Hollow and breathless, stuck in a moment, I painted myself shut.
Something was watching me out in the distance, saying I should just back down.
This light might be faint, but it’s enough to dig me out.
Outro
And I was laying awake.
I never had much grace.
I’m always laying awake.
Trying to find my place.
And all the tears that you’d waste.
I never had much grace.
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8. |
I Was Wrong
04:38
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V1
I saw you drive off, in the rear view mirror.
It felt so far, but all those things are closer than they appeared.
Do you count every step, every highway line?
Every single floor, the reasons I left, and the days that went by?
I know you counted on me, but in the ash we’ll find,
What we lost in the fire.
V2
And in this parking lot, under a liars light.
Is this day breaking or broken?
Dreams of fire and flight.
I could have sold our souls for just a few more miles.
And then a piece of the heaven you used to believe in
Falling right before your eyes.
And you recall now how it burned.
Bridge
And I’ve been dreaming about a house on fire.
I don’t overthink these things, but I’ve been seeing some metaphors.
And I’ve been dreaming about you.
And it all doesn’t seem so cryptic anymore.
Chorus
I should have held on tightly, I should have froze in amber.
I was a god damn son of an astronaut, ready for blast off.
You were right about me, I was sinking slowly.
I was a space cadet with a one way ticket to anywhere but here.
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong.
Gravity was far too much to outrun.
I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong.
Starry nights, satellites, orbiting a thousand times.
I’ll see you when I see you, I just hope it’s not too long.
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9. |
Crying Wolf
05:00
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V1
I was crying wolf, while you were crying.
I knew I recognized you, I didn’t know we used to be lovers.
So talk me down from this, hurry up ‘cause I’m still trying to find my feet.
Like ravens in the dark, begging for a spark, or a light reflected on the screen.
I knew what you were thinking, I didn’t want to say it.
V2
You called me up, from a diner you were drinking
To let me know that you’d be gone.
You were pacing, your mind was somewhere else.
You were fading, and those pills don’t seem to help.
I’ve read a script like this, we’re running out of time.
Chorus
And now we’ve chained up all our demons, and they’re plotting their escape.
I’m afraid I’ve given up, like a fool who’s learned his place.
There’s a chapel down off Main Street, we used to beg for faith.
As long as there’s a night I’ll be afraid.
Outro
Nobody could love you the way I used to do.
Nobody could love you the way I used to do.
Nobody could love you the way I used to do.
Nobody could love you the way I used to do.
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10. |
True South
04:48
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V1
We tore the old maps off the wall.
Pinholes scattered, edges worn.
There are places we should have been by now.
Tethered faith has left me spent.
I’ve grown resentful of myself.
And all the things I wish that I could still believe.
V2
Cobblestone and older paths.
Winding back on covered tracks.
Every time I try to leave I end up staying one more night.
The maps were crumpled up and torn.
Pulses beating south to north.
We were lost and found with hearts true south,
and the scars still burning.
Chorus
Sorrow break me, and teach me how to stand back up on my own.
Come and take me, you know I’m way too cynical to let this go.
And I’m nothing like I used to be, just white noise.
I used to stand so fervently with my chin held high.
I wish that I still had faith, but I need more to get me by.
(I wish that I could say I still had faith, but you could always tell when I was lying.)
(I wish I could say I still had faith, but I ain't been sleeping well at night.)
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11. |
The Mountain
05:50
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V1
And I woke up beside myself.
With the realization I’m not good enough.
You’re a vending machine.
I’m a torn-up dollar bill.
I always had the best intentions.
I am a train speeding through the dark into a storm of a million questions.
With answers elusive as some God I’ve heard about.
Maybe I’m just chasing fiction.
V2
And now the circus has got me crazy.
I feel just like a lion in a cage.
You were waving at all those people in the crowd.
You turned away.
And one day I’ll climb the mountain.
And I’ll look back at what I lost along the way.
You and me were just raindrops in a flood.
Just washed away. We just washed away.
Chorus
And so tonight,
I’m losing sleep, just trying to figure out where I belong.
And all my life feels like a dream.
It’s passed me by so fast I can’t recall a thing,
but postcards and memories.
You came back someone different,
When you stumbled back to me.
So lay me down, and bury me.
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The Angry Lisas Portland, Oregon
These songs are about fumbling through life, deciphering the ugly parts, and navigating the smoke.
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