1. |
A Minor Prelude
02:45
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my friend is half the man he used to be
her boxes never left his room
its certain more is lost then what is seen
who can replace a gift that she conceived?
we hope one day he’ll learn again to see
i have no friends that man is only me
these books pile high to search for moral reason
these hours seem to go on for days
complexity of words won’t change the season
left dry brazier equipped without a praise
the gate is locked the guns are cocked and loaded
yet i’ll never pick one up to win a fight
your not in the ring, no one else but me i’m ready
as i stare myself down the bout begins
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2. |
February
05:54
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my idealistic mind has splashed into the deepest blue
ten years of over thinking sunset walks
with the love i never knew
i’ve run for months on thoughts so strong
i’m not sure what to do
my need for love has cemented walls
that allow me godly truth
broke down on the side of the road
with a map to hell and back
i have no clue where i am
even if i was on track
lost if i was found
yet found only when i’m lost
this time you caught up to me
yet i turned around when it cost
what it means to be alone--
teach me how lead me home
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3. |
Little Annie Aderrall
03:32
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i wouldn’t ask you to stay
why would i now?
you keep overestimating me--
because i think it’s too late
for me to change
annie believes in me
in me--
i’m gonna take what i can get--
but you seem upset
so i guess it’s best
to just take my leave now
annie believes in me
in me--
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4. |
The Abolitionist
05:25
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from the marrow within me
i bleed from inside out
to love like your father
i'm not sure that i can provide
so you you take your time
cause we know that i'll need mine
this virtue that calls me
i still seek to find
please let me be--
until morality reigns free
i'll learn by sitting at your feet
till death do us part
if you still love me
for now i'll abide --
now i abide--
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5. |
Bell Choir
05:08
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squeaky swings and footprints
in the sand we make
foreign eyes from the drop of a snowflake
cold, damp hearts from the fragrance of winter
the ink is hitting paper, now i miss her
no more leaves they've all fallen from the trees
just like our souls when we fled the country
weathered car paths and faded stop signs
the sound of carols reassures us it's christmas time
it's raining down on me
rain it down, down on me--
he holds our lives in his rather large hands
over fireplace melting boy into man
don't slip and fall from his sweaty palms
the coals are close and the drop continues on
it's raining down on me
rain it down, down on me--
it's raining down he's coming to greet me
ring the bells jesus is coming to meet me
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6. |
Walls
05:13
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i dont care what the people say
i've played my cards
i'll live to see another day
sometimes i'm blunt when pain seems deep
i've learned from my father though
that what i've done won't be left unseen
and even when i try
don't compare me to a saint
i won't find comfort in fallacies that
lead me stray
so lord let your reign come out
cause i need it now
i've sinned too many times
one above let these walls come down
a dire need to break down these walls--
in my loneliest hours
ill gain the nerve to pray
god let me be a noble man
for in my heart i contemplate
if love is what brought me here
then why not let it run my ways?
i dont know whats harder
to break down or stay the same?
a dire need to break down these walls--
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7. |
G.U.T.S.
06:54
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theres no insecure
and there is no ramona
the world has gone off script
in this film i was so sure
that i would live
just stay serene.
how worthless it is--
how worthless?
crows all line the wire
and i’m the lowly pigeon
with a broken wing
i got from crashing through your open window
ll i need
is some time alone
for i’m losing your affection again
but i still love your guts
and it takes every ounce of me
to keep from calling
you my queen
but i still love your guts
so let it take every ounce...
to go on calling you
my queen, my queen
i still love your guts
so let it take every ounce of me
to go on calling
you my queen
my queen
my queen
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