I hide my thoughts underneath my bed
‘Cause you’ll read them all and fill me full of lead
I’d love to speak them again for before I’m dead
Tomorrow morning I’ll choke on them instead
I’ve been reaching up for a hand that wasn’t there
Built my falling empire with a fist full of air
Used up all my thread and sewn my wings
Stitched them up closed so tight now all they do is bleed
So I stack these dreams at the foot of my bed
That’s where they lay, got no place inside my head
I’d love to see them again before I’m dead
Tomorrow morning I’ll trip on them instead
credits
from The Send Offs,
released December 1, 2012
Drums: Matt Murphy
Bass: Adam Obando
Guitar/Vocals: Ben Thurmond