Your face was as red as wine
when I saw you in that incandescent light,
but now you're gone like a ship
sailed right on bye.
I yelled, "Slow down, you got to give it time!"
Because passion is like the ripest fruit.
The only place where I ever find any truth
is in the soil, buried in the earth,
got to let it grow, to find out what it's worth
I'm going to finish the circle,
going back to Bethlehem.
Palms cover the surface,
trying to find where I fit in.
This place is a Colosseum,
every time I'm asked, "How have you been?"
I wrestle inside, but I always give in
I say, "Fine" the lie always wins.
The structure's unwinding,
crumbling all around our sins.
Two more cities left bleeding,
four more until they all cave in.
I was done with the scenery
and the cracks in the cement path underneath my feet,
I never stepped on one, but I'm still guilty.
My ma says, "You just got to let it be."
Fishing out the old blood,
standing on a white celled coast.
The formulas in the angles
in which you choose to view yourself.
The calming hum of the white noise puts me to sleep.
My hands covered in bad choice,
was it ever a choice to leave?
released February 3, 2015
David Butler - synth bass, piano, organ
Stephen Kainec - lead guitar, drums, percussion
Patrick Schlafer - vocals, lyrics, guitar
Samuel Schlievert - vocals
produced by Basic Cable Preachers and William DeMarco
mixed by William DeMarco and Patrick Schlafer at Crushtone Studio, Cleveland, OH
mastered by John Naclerio at Nada Recording, New Windsor, NY
cover art by Patrick Schlafer
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