We may have seen the end, a fading golden age, but we’re still breathing.
(still breathing)
The men who grew so old, claim they had the best, now I’m not so sure.
(still breathing)
Figures dressed in black, lined up in a row, waiting for their turn.
(skin and bones and fat with promise)
I’m not saying that it's too late to change,
In the end we might begin again.
Eye to eye has never really been our way,
Suddenly no one’s funny anymore.
We find ourselves alive, in a safe and silent age, yet we’re all screaming.
(all screaming)
The gears are tightly wound, now they run in reverse, time worn thin by fear.
(all screaming)
Candles line the hallway, dancing wild in your wake, lights have burned out again.
(skin and bones and fat with promise)
I’m not saying that it's too late to change,
In the end we might begin again.
Eye to eye has never been our way,
Suddenly no one’s funny anymore.
Are you the fish? Are you the fish? Are you the fish or are you the water?
Are you the fish? Are you the fish? Are you the fish or are you the water?
(how did we ever get this old?)
We talk of rebellious ways,
They’ll say we’re the enemy.
Like any good accident,
You can’t turn your head away.
credits
from Down to My Last Million,
released January 26, 2019
Trevor Smith: vocals, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, bass, grand piano, Korg Minilogue, Wurlitzer
Jason Ingalls: drums, maracas
Peter Himmer: vibraphone
Todd Hutchisen: Roland JP-08, electric guitar