Just how well can you play second fiddle?
That song in your head goes mostly unheard
Do you have love, or does it have you?
Your porcelain heart trampled in ashes
Now you’re gone, and so is my summer
Left me by the road between Central and Russell
If you look back, well don’t be mistaken
That monkey on your back looks nothing like me
Republic of thieves, afraid of police
Self-medication has become our disease
Fingernails of reason across the chalkboard of treason
White-lined indifference could be our new season
Stranger in the mirror was your best friend
Now a lousy thief with a taste for blood
As we pass through every new town
The ones that fade behind gain a melancholy crown
Republic of thieves, afraid of police
Self-medication has become our disease
Fingernails of reason across the chalkboard of treason
White-lined indifference could be our new season
Vines will crawl deep into the city
Pillars of glass tarnished to ivy
Turns the high-rises into hedges
Within the high-rises there’ll be a room for me
Republic of thieves, afraid of police
Self-medication has become our disease
Fingernails of reason across the chalkboard of treason
White-lined indifference could be our new season
credits
from The Land Colored Red,
released January 20, 2015
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Trevor Elliott Smith: vocals, electric guitar, bass, banjo
Peter Himmer: drum kit, vibraphone, backing vocals