Recorded at V89's studio. I can't play drums unfortunately.
I'll hear you finger tap, if your finger taps on my gate.
I'll hear your whistling laugh, if your laugh lives in my wake.
All of the depths are wasted, when you stay on the bank.
With all of the heavier creatures, that never quite sank.
I think it's up to us now
At least I think it's 'us' now
You step into the carver
you shave off your out
When your shell gets harder still
Yeah, you live with your doubt
If I could hear the sound, from when the sound was reaching
I'd know the side that I'm on from the side that I'm escaping
All of the depths you wasted have nothing on the ceiling
with all of the thoughts you had that were never quite feelings
Before the ceiling caved and our capes were made of ruin
I fought the battles I was, not the ones that I was losing.
I feel strings and there's no winning
In my gut it's shared thought all along
released July 14, 2016
Michael Regina, Caleb Soper