I hear that it's snowing in West Virginia,
It doesn't snow much around here anymore.
It keeps quiet, muffled footsteps down to the corner store,
To buy cigarettes and pretend that it's the end of the world.
With the circle nearly closed,
I build the house around me still,
The one that everybody knows,
The one that truth could never kill.
And it seems the worst of me,
Warehoused in silicon and sound.
Bled out through fingers on the keys,
There are no unique thoughts aloud.
To stay indoors. Keep the windows closed.
The shame broadcasted from home.
The grass looked undisturbed,
Trace a path to the sea,
And when the rain begins,
We can both fall asleep.
I saw the sunrise,
This morning and I think I know who I am now.
released October 12, 2016
Drums: Karl Fagerstrom
Bass: James Prow
Guitar: EJ Grijalva
Vocals/Guitar: Jake Weholt
Engineering/Production: Jake Weholt
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