Lyrics

Narrator

Love landed on a star
Shines bright all night where we are
And when the sun rises, illuminates the lie

Narrator, your tale is bound without a touch
A yarn spun from a thought
I know, you know

I’m feeling lost have you misplace my story
Or am I reading the lines of another’s fantasy

Love landed on the shelf
Neglected from now on, I guess it’s wrong
Maybe another time, I’ll write a better love song

I’m feeling lost have you misplaced my story
Or am I reading the lines of another’s fantasy
I’m feeling lost and it’s no one’s fault by my own
Because I’m reading the lines forever unknown

Agnostic’s Anthem

Tradition is, just fancy
Repetition, and when we,
Find ourselves entwined, there goes our mind

Conformity’s what saves you
Not a deity, that claims you
For a life long, long lost

My heart is safe, without you

I have love in lieu, a simple
Book that’s read as true, and has a
Devastating phrase, that all will raze

Empathy I lay, in a
Song I love to play, and
our love for each other will persist
even if God doesn’t exist!

My heart is safe, without you

Photo by Dave Brownlow

Felt Correct

Why would I heat space in winter
Just to lounge around in a t-shirt
Why not dismiss these vocal dissidents
Measuring belief amongst the math
There’s a hole, in my soul, as I watch the world fall

And those who flourish in the wasteland
Obscure connection, obscure the pain
Preferred to soak in the vast morass
Pleased to watch no will to change
There it is, by your side, pass on your way ‘round the globe

As I pass this land we ravage
Drawn outside of me, a sense to be
A member of this press to lessen
Absorb the capture set her free
Cause it’s a part, that I play, it may not yield to me

But it felt correct, at the time
Now it’s evident, that I’m blind
And when all is gone, find me in here
And we’ll see what’s left, and who to blame

Artwork by Max Wuesthoff

Empathy

Where do I end, and you begin
Do we touch as the river, and the shore
Do you fill where I, where I retreat
And I press with tenderness at your, malleable being

When the river, rages
And it lashes, at the shore
Won’t the roots grow back, to connect once more
Shouldn’t there be no, separation

Tell me, where is my self
Less regard, for you

When it’s distant, it degrades
A thought that may relate
But this anguish, it hardens
It may have been our fate

Tell me, where is my self
Less regard, for you

While I ache from an impassioned plea,
My motive sinks, hopelessly
But despite however, this may seem
It isn’t hopeless, you’ll see

Tell me, did you know,
My heart is so low

While I ache from an impassioned plea,
My motive sinks, hopelessly
But despite however, this may seem
It isn’t hopeless, you’ll see

Artwork by Laura Borys