Let's begin at the end of a bad year
With bad things at my back
A tragic truth i've been slow in learning
Is there are certain breaths you simply can't retract
Every deep cut, every back beat
Every sound i send into the street
Still living
On display, ricocheting off of walls and drop ceilings
The songs i spend on her never stop repeating
But so it goes, these blunt punches sting
But they're just glancing blows
Searching for the heart of a thing
This snapshot's all i can provide
Of a wet beach, a dry beach
Not shifting of the tide
Every deep cut, every back beat
Every sound i send into the street
Still living
On display, ricocheting off of walls and drop ceilings
The songs i spend on her never stop revealing
The songs i spend on her never stop repeating