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lyrics
Innocence spent
Getting yet a year older.
Grey on the tombstone;
Grey on your shoulder.
Smell of a hospital.
Visitors listed.
Company kept
As the symptoms persisted.
Listen: the world has turned quiet.
So frightening to not be aware.
Love what you see, 'cause it's all so finite.
We'll all be existing nowhere.
Tunneling wounds
And your bones are still aching.
Thought you'd come home,
But it seem I'm mistaken.
Masquera tear streaks
For lives that came untied.
Choking on oaths
And a dram of thalidomide.
Listen: the world has turned quiet.
So frightening to not be aware.
Love what you see, 'cause it's all so finite.
We'll all be existing nowhere.
So we're trespassing on borrowed time.
It's impossible to stay.
October crept in with her low-pressure skies
And the summer dies away.
Now it's goodnight,
Hope I see you tomorrow
And have one more day
When we hold off the sorrow.
Seasons are changing.
The healing goes slowly.
Waiting on miracles.
Resenting the holy.
Listen: the world has turned quiet.
So frightening to not be aware.
Love what you see, 'cause it's all so finite.
We'll all be existing nowhere.
credits
released August 13, 2018
Words and music by Steven Sean Laing
Whip smart songwriting fuels the new record from Fake Palms, which errs on the side of melody and features a host of Toronto music buds. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 21, 2022