lyrics
It’s so hard to get outta the house,
It’s so hard to get outta the bed,
And I think I’m all done,
I think we’re all done.
The oil that runs through the car,
And the wood that makes this guitar,
And the steel of the strings,
Who pays for these things?
It’s so easy to forget your place,
It’s so simple to pass on the blame,
When everything seems the same,
The problems still remain.
I can’t get it outta my head,
And I can’t get up outta the bed,
Cuz it’s not gonna stop
‘til we’re all gone and dead.
Sometimes this music seems to be enough,
Taking wounded hearts away from all that other stuff.
Temporary solution, well maybe that’s true,
Not a question of want, it’s what we’ve gotta do,
To make it through to you.
So we’ll play guitars ‘til fingers draw blood,
Swallowing these sounds until oblivion,
Always waiting for the unlikely outcome,
Knowing damn well that the day may never come,
But then again, it just might come.
credits
from
Dantien,
released January 1, 2010
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