You pack your bags and you'll leave town
A small betrayal to your folks around
if they ask where you're going why don't you tell them underground?
You left your face in the bathroom sink
You left your heart in last night's drinks
Oh I love how you'll kill yourself to make your life feel worth living.
There's a sunshower at the magic hour
Beauty even my simple eyes can see
Oh Sunflower, don't you go calling me a coward
Just keep on feeding my crippled mind your seed
Because we really are a lot alike
Some yellow plumage and a black inside
We treat our bodies like canaries in a coal mine.
I'll be the stranger on your desolate street.
I'll be the killer in your mind's backseat
Oh, whatever infamy it takes for you to remember me.
You make me feel like a kid again
You make me feel like a grown man
I'll keep singing words you just won't understand...
...But I don't think I'll ever be able to write you a love song without fucking it up.
from The Bone Rodeo,
released December 23, 2012
Andrew Krolikowski: Lead Vocals, Acoustic Guitar
Gary O'Keefe: Electric Guitar, Vocals
Derek Smith: Electric Guitar, Vocals, Weird Sounds
Jason Briggs: Bass
Mike McManus: Drums, Percussion, Vocals