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Bring a flame to your bills, watch it burn through the hills
Try to turn away from the fading of the sun
Poetic colored chalk bleeds on cracked sidewalk
"There's an ocean of greed drowning friends in need"


Rainy afternoons of broken haikus
The gathering storm has a bird's-eye view
With many refinements time has been defined
It lays by your side immune to confinement


CHORUS A:

They call him the tombstone boy, with his awkward choice of words
He's off to steal a dollar from the girl who feeds the birds
Carving the waves in a stolen boat, commander of the bay
Jumping stones on his way home to find his forgotten key


Come sing to me your ragged symphony
A swarm of gulls, a flock of bees
We were rebels out of lead against a cavalry of talk
My soul gave out, they said it was hard to miss


Hold to a grudge, against what I can't name
Hoping that tomorrow I'm no longer the same
You should have been here to see all of this
We will fear the world as good as it gets


CHORUS B:

Winter recedes among shadows, burned by an angry moon
We tried every notch on the dial, the sun will rise again
Give it a chance or leave it in dust, consumed by everyone
I could drive this car into the sea and wander far from home


You love to stories of things that drive me wild
Tell me once again, do you live on Park or Pine?
House number five, step inside and find a light
In house number three stands the man I want to be

credits

from In Search of Isabella, released August 30, 2016
Trevor Smith: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass, baby grand piano, Moog Sub 37 synthesizer, field recordings

Peter Himmer: drum kit, vibraphone, additional percussion

Elliot Heeschen: drum kit, additional percussion, programming

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