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Stars (Hum Cover)
04:59
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Hum said it best
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Distance
05:48
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How hard that I did try to make this easier on you
Although you didn't care how hard it was on me
I tried I tried I tried to find the right words to say
Only I spoke them right as I watched you leave
The world then did resolve itself to grow so much smaller
So that I saw you both even when I tried to run
You tell me every day how awkward we became
Let me show you now how cold I have become
It's new years even in georgia
And I'm thankful for the distance
God, I hope that you're ok, but more than that I hope you stay away
Because I don't think you'd like the man that I've become
I knew that if I mattered like you told me that I did
You would have cursed me straight to my face
How hard that I have tried to find some hope beneath the sighs
But for me there's just no hope left to say
But it's new years eve in Nashville
And now all I see is distance
God, I hope that you're ok, but more than that I hope you stay away
Because I don't think you'd like the man that I've become
How hard that I did try to make this easier on you
Although i knew you never cared about me
So long you say it's been, but I knew I'd see you in the end
And I hope that you stay here to watch me give up
Completely
It's new years even in Manhattan
And we both left something behind
I left all hope I could see this through
But you left me here without you
And I don't see a way to make this right
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Open Wound
04:13
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Kick the chair out from beneath me and watch as my arms flail
For friends and ropes and things that I can trust
Whatever you and I we used to be I think we both agree
What stands between us now
It is not love, and it will cost us
How I pay for this
But I pay in precious pain and friends that I have yet to miss
This youth was wasted on all these happy endings we were promised
But I'm not sure exist
You make it harder to stay convinced
Pull the thread out from my tires and watch as I derail
I'll come apart in ways you never dreamed
Tie it up into a box and sink it in the sea where conviction goes to drown
And through the screen I'll watch you bury me
There's panic in your voice
A death rattle on the line
How I pay for this
But I pay in precious pain and friends that I have yet to miss
This youth was wasted on all these happy endings we were promised
But I'm not sure exist
It's getting harder to stay convinced
There's panic in your voice
A death rattle on the line
Is it worth it to just move on?
I have tried to, it came out wrong
But time has found a way to bury me
How I pay for this
But I pay in pounds of flesh and memories that I so dearly miss
There's so much more to lose, but leaving me behind was the best thing you could do
Time is an open wound
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