
Date of issue: 30.06.2014
Record label: InVogue
Song language: English
Lungs |
Scream hallelujah until you cough up blood |
'Cause the devil came for our minds, but he left with our love |
So I looked into myself for something I knew nothing about |
And found no solutions, but found a lot of doubt |
And slowly found out my heart was a trapdoor |
Waiting for the right one to fall in the center |
So she would take a final bow and become mine forever |
I found a pocket of comfort and acceptance and called it love |
But it was just another season that would end |
With leaves falling into mud |
So we found ourselves in a new world |
Where we would have to live out a fear and call it living by faith |
A journey of forgetting who we are so we can remember our place |
And we tried to read maps backwards |
To lead us back to the beginning of the journey |
The only place we could walk hand in hand and not feel so lonely |
Then those maps of tangled lines |
Became our footprints in sinking sand |
We’re being washed away by waves |
Of trusting each other to feel complete |
But they came up short until we both felt alone and empty |
With no breadcrumbs laid down to lead us back to safety |
We thought this was built to last until we died |
But even that doesn’t mean forever |
At least, not in my mind |
I trust in my ability to love more than I trusted love |
And I trusted your smile as your emotions |
Not a mask to cover up |
Your hand scooping up buckets of blood |
We would travel far, and see many new things |
And we believed we could be anything |
As long as we had each other |
But the bother came when another stayed |
Long enough to give you the feeling I did |
When this journey began |
And now, our hands are completely stained red |
As we journey to see new country roads |
Connected to the broken dreams of simple families |
The roads lined with animals waiting for their turn at the slaughter |
Reality on the roads we see |
And a metaphor for our sons and daughters |
'Cause the blood on our hands was the only way |
To keep the root of our love watered |
And we have nothing to believe in |
But we still wanted to die like martyrs |
And when someone came to carry me on this journey |
The blood of our past flooding our beliefs |
I watched someone come along and part the Red Sea |
But even on dry land, I couldn’t breathe |
Because my body built an immunity to your apathy |
And that’s all I needed to believe |
Love was still the reason I could stand on my own two feet |
Scream hallelujah until you cough up blood |
I inhaled this world for so long, I tore out my lungs |
I tore out my lungs, I tore out my lungs |
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