Left my keys by the door,
forgettable, au revior
introspective reverence,
is only useful in the past tense
if I knew what to do,
I doubt that I'd know how to do it
and if I knew what to stand,
I doubt that I could ever endure it
oh, it's like face, to the face, of a similar race,
with a courtesy call from the marbled glass ball,
and I can't, for myself or my friends, reprimand,
all the planetary, ah
ripping out by the spine,
these pages of paradigm,
introspective dissonance,
it haunts me all the way from my past tense,
if I knew what to do,
I doubt that I'd know how to do it
and if I knew what to stand,
I doubt that I could ever endure it
oh, it's like face, to the face, of a similar race,
with a courtesy call from the marbled glass ball,
and I can't, for myself or my friends, reprimand,
all the planetary, ah
credits
from GOLD - EP,
released September 5, 2014
Thomas Hickman - vox, guitars, bass, samples, drums
Christopher Scheu - guitars
Fisher Wilson - bass
Robert Johnson - keys
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