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My pocket full of pencils
My suitcase full of jeans
Keep my toothbrush in a locker
At the sports club down the street
My breakfast wrapped in paper
The sidewalk still in bloom
Put my feet up on the subway
If I ever find the room
I’m going down to my last knee
I’ve gone too far
Can’t find another way
The life I live
Is leading me astray
The day I stop
I’ll fall into the fray
The life I live
Is leading me astray
My jacket won’t grow longer
My shoes won’t take a stand
Got a tiny piece of plastic
Meant to tell them who I am
I move too fast for top hats
No fancy fluff to flaunt
I got more time than lose change
So I wander where I want
I’m going down to my last knee
(chorus)
(la las)
My clothing never suits me
I’ve got no bones to pick
I walk between the shadows
Of colossal made of brick
I’m choking on the silence
I’m falling through the cracks
I tie myself to straight lines
Just to keep myself on track
I’m going down to my last knee
(chorus)
(excessive la las)
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Plastic smile
Still in style
Hiding every little lie
It’s classified
Life designed
Electric mind
My vision’s perfect
In a world that I can’t touch
The ones and zeros don’t add up to much
Waiting game
All the same
I know soon you’ll pull my strings
And clip my wings
It ain’t me
It ain’t me
My joints are frozen
I can only come when called
The only thoughts I know have been installed
Got broken glass in my eye
A mocking pulse in my chest
Nowhere to move but forward
A seeker lacking a quest
Contestants tend to their race
To them I’m only a guest
And all I know is what I can’t feel
Because I’m
Hot-Wired and trapped in
Signal’s jammed
Body dammed
Running round underneath
Your command
Circuit blows
Body slows
And I know
And I know
Disobey
Watch you pray
Watch you try to shut me down
Until you drown
Still ain't me
Still ain't free
I’ve lost my patience
I won’t wait for your command
And now you’ll see there’s been a change of plans
Got broken glass in my eye
A mocking pulse in my chest
Nowhere to move but forward
A seeker lacking a quest
Contestants tend to their race
To them I’m only a guest
And all I knew was what I can’t feel
And all I know all that I can feel
And all I know all that I can feel
Because I’m
Hot-Wired I’ll smash through steel
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All by myself in a crowded room
Wound up so tight I can barely move
Trying to hard to be someone else
Thinking to hard to forget my self
I know it’s nobody’s fault but mine
So I’ll say I’m doing fine
Our conversation is full of holes
We keep on drinking to loosen our souls
They share their scars like the evening news
Tomorrow’s sorrow and last week's blues
Don’t want to take any more of their time
So I’ll say I’m doing fine
I’ve run out of patience and out of the room
I’m under the weather, over the moon
I’m running wild when I try to stand still
I change my mind at the top of the hill
The wind’s gonna blow, the sun’s gonna shine
So I’ll say I’m doing fine
I know it’s nobody’s fault but mine
So I’ll say I’m doing fine
Don’t want to take any more of your time
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Rosemary, age twelve
Shoving childhood to the highest shelf
Heels up high she’s trying to fly
Running down each isle
She spends her cents to perfect her smile
Gloss and lace making up her face
She’s peering through, the mirror’s haze
She hopes and prays the image stays
What could she be if all they see is
Rosemary’s reflection
Whispers down the hall
She hears one word that can make her small
She’s lost her glow cracks start to show
Drilling holes in her skin
Painting the lines on her cheeks and chin
Hear her cry while perfections lie
And why believe what mother says
If mothers dread what’s in her head
The mirrors bent you can see a dent in
Rosemary’s reflection
In between magazines
It’s so obscene she’s turning green
Anything to be seen
Straighten jaw it’s the law
Fight tooth and claw
Remove each flaw
It’s still just luck of the draw
In between magazines
It’s so obscene she’s turning green
Anything to be seen
Straighten jaw it’s the law
Fight tooth and claw
Remove each flaw
It’s still just luck of the draw
Went to sleep last night
Maybe tomorrow will bring light
To dark to dream, and they heard her scream
Ran into the room
Electric light couldn’t shake the gloom
The mirror’s cracked lying on her back
Now there’s flowers growing by her side
They might seem snide, but they abide
And there they stand, but no one can see
Rosemary’s Reflection
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I
Want what you’ve got
To be what I’m not without getting caught
You
Found your way in
Dressed like a twin, to hide where you’ve been
You took a name you took your place
You play a game to win the race
You raise your hand and hide your face
Your desire, climbing higher
You’ll burn every word if they call you a liar
I want what you’ve got
To be what I am not
I want what you’ve got
To be what I am not
I’m
Watching your star
I'm trying to hard, to be what you are
You'd
Turn on a dime
To be first in line, you’re playing for time
You’re laying low to take a stand
You learn your place to take command
I wish that I could understand
Reinventing
Unrelenting
I wish I could stand on the stage you’re presenting
I want what you’ve got
To be what I am not
I want what you’ve got
To be what I am not
Not stuck outside
Not yet undone
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run
Not painted blue
Not falling free
Nothing to do
Nothing to be
I’m
Envy and hate
I know it’s to late, to carry my weight
You're
Top of the shelf
Enjoy all the wealth till they find someone else
I want what you’ve got
To be what I am not
I want what you’ve got
To be what I am not
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Somniloquy
She's home at dawn
In midnight clothes and
The smell of guilt
Infects my nose and
When she's closed
Our bedroom door the
Secrets spill
On the bedroom floor
She's flipped my lids
Can't close my eyes I'm
Trying to sleep
I hear her lie
Confessions made
Her voice so slurred
She doesn't know I've heard
Somniloquy
Working late
She works too hard and
She can see
It's gone too far
I’m up to date
On her affairs
Cause late at night
There’s news to share
But she denies
Each word she said
She says she lies
When she’s in bed
But I can tell
The truth is clear
Every single night I hear
Somniloquy
Midnight howling cross the room
Screaming out for someone new
Nothing left for me to do
But watch the skyline fade to blue
I'm gone for good
I left today
I couldn't see
No other way
Abandoned home
We used to share
For now I rest
In neighbors care
He has a place
To rest my head
I sleep at last
In guest room bed
When morning comes
I hear him weep
You were screaming in your sleep
Somniloquy
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7. |
Hatchback on the Highway
04:30
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My hatchback on the highway and my
Tires full of snow, and I
Watch the red lights glow, but I've
Got somewhere to go
My cargo riding slow-mo while I
Look for my way in,
But where do I begin
Trapped in someone else’s lane
My escape
Is miles away
But if I turn back now
To the same mundane routine
But if I turn back now
I’ll never know what could have been
A gold tooth for the tollbooth but they
Still won’t let me in and my
Patience wearing thin
Do I have a chance to win?
The sky line full of red wine and I'm
Drinking in the sight
When today becomes tonight
Will I still be here again
My escape
Is miles away
But if I turn back now
To the same familiar scene
But if I turn back now
I’ll never know what could have been
My bare feet on a side street and my
Journey still remains but those
Street lights never change so I'm
Making my own lane
I wonder while I wander as my
Path begins to wind
Will I find my way in time
If I dare to carry on
My escape
Is miles away
But if I turn back now
To the fields of cold machine
But if I turn back now
I’ll never know what could have been
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8. |
Slump (ft. Colin Foote)
04:46
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Can you feel that Slump?
When the timing takes its toll
Can you feel that Slump?
When there's no more room to roll
There's no blow between each beat
You've grown out of trampoline feet
But somehow you still reach for a leap of faith
Can you feel that Slump?
If you take a look inside
Can you feel that Slump?
If you hold on to your pride
To tactless to be trusted
To rainy to be rusted
But somehow you still cling to the golden chain
Invaders at your door
But your to tired to start a war
So they drowned the very stomping grounds
Ignoring anything outside their core
Can you feel that Slump?
If you try to stay on track
Can you feel that Slump?
When you know you won't go back
Each punch and shove has piled up
Each memory is riled up
And so you flee to find a new way to forget
Can you feel that Slump?
Don't ever tell me that nothing matters!
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Boy and his bag
A small fry
Price on his head
Blood in his eye
He can't see
I'm packing lead
He won’t pay much
But I can
Get by on bread
Don’t walk my way
Live another day
Adrift in space
Live another way
His broken voice
While I light
My cigarette
One vicious word
The one I've
Tried to forget
I'll always run
To her name
Through every threat
Don’t walk my way
Live another day
Adrift in space
Live another way
Just like a dream
She’s waiting
Soon we'll be free
One step and we're
Surrounded
Nowhere to flee
Ten barrels cocked
And her face
Last thing I see
Don’t walk my way
Live another day
Adrift in space
Live another day
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