Cold and clear, the mountain air is blowing down my memory.
The scenery's dissolving into sound, that's all.
Let go, and all alone I fold.
So close a call; To follow and to fall.
Wouldn't we all?
Waiting in the dust, rusted up hoping to interupt.
It's a set-up trying to live a life that murders us.
I'm out of luck. The last word is enough as I crack up and
down I deconstruct.
Well I have come undone.
Fly through the gates of time, memories unwind a
lullaby of life.
Hear it flash before my eyes.
See the sound advice disappear and die.
Feel my shadow and my soul
Sinking down below where the
Living never go.
All those bones that I follow
Become all I know,
It's the skeleton I hold.
He says "You just missed your mark.
You couldn't follow through.
Well I'm the doorway in the dark.
So tell me,
Who's following who?"
I speak when I'm spoken to,
Only when I'm spoken to.
I'll do what I'm told to do.
Just tell me what I gotta do.
He said "Look me in the eyes and
Know that I will follow you."
Then I crossed over the line
"Is it so you owe someone your time?"
I'll never know.
I'm lying though
I just wish I didn't know.
credits
from Time,
released November 11, 2016
Recorded In Montreal, Canada and in Würzburg, Germany
Guitar, Voice, Harmony and Bass - Ben Brimacombe
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