With tire-iron grace
We resolve to yield and erase
As nimble as we are
We never, ever stray off too far
Maybe it's because
Our armor turned to rust long ago
A catalog of waste
Assembled in the poorest of taste
Fall eyes waiting for solitude
In a blanket wrapped around a sheet of ice
Cold moon's begging for fortitude
With a wager that our pride will come alive
We're char-coaling away
Sketching out a plan for escape
It's lines are very crude
A blurry attitude to embrace
Another round is done
Another one is shunned and depraved
Another endless drought
Our seeds will never learn how to sprout
Fall eyes waiting for solitude
In a blanket wrapped around a sheet of ice
Cold moon's begging for fortitude
With a wager that our pride will come alive
credits
from Water Works,
released May 3, 2019
Bryce Hotz-Guitar and Vocals
Stephen Micek-Guitar
Michael Laughlin-Bass
Eric Ernst-Drums
Megan Siebe-Strings
Recorded & Mixed by Steve Albini at Electrical Audio
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