lyrics
I watch these words evaporate like smoke, push through these calloused chords and soak the evening air. Both tangible and barely there.
And when this city feels too big, I'll use your heartbeat like a signal. One last warning flare, we'll set the sky on fire and watch them stare.
Meet me in the back seat, I'll be the one to let go.
I will not run from what I've done, in the valley of one.
Keep me in this dream sleep, I'll black out all the windows.
I will become the perfect son, in the valley of one.
Here we stand, scared of nothing and yes I can, feel the wanting right through your hands. Sense the longing ripe with demand. What's the plan? Leave no trace like tornadoes
in the sand.
But you see. There is something haunting these streets, or residing somewhere in me. And I taste it whenever I speak, through my teeth. The beast beats hard, ready for release.
Meet me in the back seat, I'll be the one to let go.
I will not run from what I've done, in the valley of one.
Keep me in this dream sleep, I'll black out all the windows.
I will become the perfect son, in the valley of one.
I feel more than wasted,
now that I'm forward facing.
It's time for erasing,
or liberation.
Go.
Meet me in the back seat, I'll be the one to let go.
I will not run from what I've done, in the valley of one.
Keep me in this dream sleep, I'll black out all the windows.
I will become the perfect son, in the valley of one.
I will not run from what I've done, in the valley of one.
I will become the perfect son, in the valley of one.
credits
released November 20, 2011
Written by Adam Riddle and Dean Acheson
Produced, Recorded/Edited, Mixed by Adam Riddle
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