We had our talk in the night of clay, pushing our ashes around the tray.
She held her breath the moment stone mine, she looked me over searching for a sign.
Four more days and the bills are due
Empty cupboards home feels like a zoo.
Dread staying home drunk all alone
Take a deep breath put on your shoes
Nights they have their way of breaking
And hearts well they way nights as well
and fists they have their way of shaking
But the eyes they always tell.
Her silent tears they burnt my shoulder
Some nights I wish I never told her
But the flipping coin that is the night
Sometimes it fails, sometimes it's right.
released October 23, 2015
Jeremy Schantz, Lyrics, Vocals, Rhythm Guitar,
Nate Cohn, Drums
Kevin Nunn, Bass Guitar
Richard Johnson, Lead Guitar