1. |
Toys
02:33
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The winds of change kicked in
Oh what a welcome noise
For a headstrong boy
Who treated the world
Like one of his toys
No more shame
I spent my days
Chasing clouds, chasing clouds
But when I turn around
I'll let the sun
Into my head
No more dread x3
The wolves have left their dens
They might whisper in your heart
But they won't fill the void
Or strangle your envy
So strangle your envy
I'm burning every toy
Justify yourself walking through
The world's largest garden
And when you turn around
Let the sun
Into your head
No more dread x3
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2. |
Woke Up Nowhere
02:44
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Welcome to nowhere
Welcome home
You're everywhere that you shouldn't be
And all the walls here
Are textured up in your memories of when you
Said that, did that
Awful and terrible thing
Watch it, feel it
Tearing a whole in your brain, are you
Brain dead
I'll wait in decline
I'll wait ticking my time away
I'll wait hitting rewind
I'll wait, I have to watch this just one more time
Is this forever-- to which our souls are tethered?
Is this forever-- the hallowed gates of never?
Is this forever-- our lives in stormy weather?
It feels like forever
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3. |
Bright Moonlight Song
04:40
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Watching the sun go down
It's making its way around
We're standing on the bleachers
Comparing darkest features
Like the secret of your name
And the center of your pain
The secret of your name
You wear it like a chain around
You only ever came alive
When the moon was bright x 3
And the best eight hours of our lives is every night
The moon is a tiny vessle
Translucent light along the walls end
Even the smallest pebble can glow
When the moon is high
And the secret of your pain
Is you're always shifting blame
The secret of your pain
You wear it like a chain around
You only ever came alive
When the moon was bright x 3
The best eight hours of lives is every night, every night
The secret of your name
Is the center of your pain
The secret of your name
Will it remain the same?
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4. |
Melancholy Island Song
04:01
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A pale imitation claimed your place inside my head
When you set sail for the horizon
I woke up screaming in my bed
Maybe if was my fault, but
You were the only one who knew
How to carry me through
And I'm all alone here
I guess I'll go it alone from here
I'm watching the waves as they roll in
These persistent ghosts followed me up along the coast
And I don't recall if you ever met them, you ever met them at all
Maybe it was my fault, but
You were the only one who knew
You saw right through me
On a melancholy island
I found the last place I can stand
My head in the sand
I'm watching the waves
Watching as they roll in
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5. |
Passing Through
02:28
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Recorded, mixed and mastered by Kristoff Litke
Drums composed by Brady McCowen
Bass composed by Thene Singleton
Song, guitar and vocals composed by Andrew Graham
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6. |
Weigh It Out
02:50
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I'll be the camera in the backseat
Watching, whirring, waiting
Stuffed inside a dark room
Just like pictures, we are taken
As our film develops
There's a ringing in my ears
Your dark eyes attenuate
And see the vision of a new frontier
A new frontier
But by the end of the day you've broken away
When the world gets left behind and forgotten
But as the photograph takes form
We'll see our silhouettes conform
Feel a summer breeze
Insects in the grass
Crawling on your knees as you laugh
Ask me am I more than just a ringing in your ears
You said you find it hard to imagine
I really know what you mean
But there's no way to argue
With a dreamer in a dream
You don't trust your impulse
And you don't pretend to care
And this whole world is gonna pass you by
You will vanish in thin air
In thin air
And by the end of the day you've broken away
From a world you've left behind and forgotten
But as the photograph takes form
We'll see our silhouettes conform
Climbing up the cliffs
Lying down in bed
Going through the caverns in your head
We're waking from a sleep
Digging where it's deep
Seeing our bodies and not believing them for a second
For even a second x3
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