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Nostalgia Is Killing Me
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My heart no longer pumps blood
It's a downed engine scrapped for parts
I'm a captain of industry in the fine art of misery
It's so dark underneath the weight
of near misses and false starts
These tensions break fragile ground
Take my hand
Your gods are dead and we are alone
So alone
Incautious piety and relics prove nothing
We left the nest long ago
We ate dust and chased shadows
I'm just waiting for the currents to take me away
Oh please, just take me away
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Tie my hands behind my back and cut me open
I need an electrocution to kick start this motion
We lie in beds of broken glass with eyes wide open
I've no need for superstition or midnight prayers
These future ghosts are waiting for a place to call home
Living day to day, dragging anchors, I cut mine long ago
So raise your sails and glasses - if this is home, get me out
In these comfort zones, there are no parting ways
We always say "tomorrow is almost here"
but tomorrow is never here.
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We're still as a fragile as we used to be
With bound feet and clipped wings
our locked hearts leave broken keys
Haunted by future souls
These structures shake with envy
They vibrate with the ideals of occupancy
Copies of copies
Structures never entertained
Interest for sparks of life
But only failures
Apparitions of progress
This dust just stains everything
You cut me down to the lines
Afraid to hurt, afraid to fight
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FIRES Baltimore, Maryland
Baltimore/DC/North Carolina
Doug Bartholomew
Myke Boss
Erin Germ
Active 2010-2012
Always reactive.
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