on "Welcome The Problems" Grey Flight Records 2004
lyrics:
What's the sense in argument? I'm on the last line
Scattered pages document the decline
Accrued experience a crude reminder of the mistakes
Struck a balance striking nerves, giving chase
What's the sense in argument? I'm on the last line
With conviction, polishing what's defined
Accrued experience a crude reminder of the forecast
Struck a balance, lost the nerve, the last gasp
I spent too much time waiting for you only to find mirrors
Spent to much time following you only to find mirrors
A skeleton's beautiful hands
Oh, what's left to do but die?
In Irvine what's there to do?
It's only a mirage
If you go, who'll be waiting for you?
Oh, what's left to do but die?
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