Where We've Been

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in unremembered seasons
our lungs have gone to black
outside a colder window
we’ll retrace all our tracks
and i am not your father
but i will wear his gun
we’re protected and we’re fallen
and we’re sinking like a stone
but i want to be pushed by a stronger arm
that holds us close and we both see
i want to be pushed by a stronger arm
and forget it's all just make believe
i want to be
the sunrises and the television sets
as we smoke our last cigarettes
the windows watch us sleep all through the night
but we’ve errands to run and arrows to shoot
we’ve got decades to sleep in and flags to salute
so for now we'll find our faces drenched in morning light
but i want to be pushed by a stronger arm
like a tire swing on an old oak tree
i want to be pushed by a stronger arm
and convinced there’s still a mystery
i want to be

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released June 12, 2015

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Track Name: Unremembered Seasons
in unremembered seasons
our lungs have gone to black
outside a colder window
we’ll retrace all our tracks
and i am not your father
but i will wear his gun
we’re protected and we’re fallen
and we’re sinking like a stone
but i want to be pushed by a stronger arm
that holds us close and we both see
i want to be pushed by a stronger arm
and forget it's all just make believe
i want to be
the sunrises and the television sets
as we smoke our last cigarettes
the windows watch us sleep all through the night
but we’ve errands to run and arrows to shoot
we’ve got decades to sleep in and flags to salute
so for now we'll find our faces drenched in morning light
but i want to be pushed by a stronger arm
like a tire swing on an old oak tree
i want to be pushed by a stronger arm
and convinced there’s still a mystery
i want to be
Track Name: A Season Or Two
commute to work then back home again
it's a cycle that don't ever quit
friends want to go out
say they don't know where we've been
different puzzles and the pieces won't fit
did we finally find a place to call home
but we can't stay
did we finally find something to pray about
words we can't say
uproot from all the places that we've been
it's a season or two that's it
winds blow in from the south
we pack up our shit again
deliberate changes yeah we asked for it