Our heart it leads a chorus line as our conversations start to dry, like the rose on the lips of old relationships and the land of our fathers pride.
Or heart it leads a marching band to the waving breaks of the oceans hands. We shake on agreement we must keep believing our lives are more than meaningless.
Hang up the phone and make yourself at home. No worries, no woes, no more. Pour yourself a drink it's not as bad as you think. No worries, no woes, no more.
Our body is a symphony in the city that reins cacophony. Where citizens dream of the day they can sleep but keep moving for fear of the end.
We dance to the song of "what's going on?" A sawtooth sign waves right from wrong. The timing is trying and always dividing the past present future tense.
Hang up the phone and make yourself at home. No worries, no woes, no more. Pour yourself a drink it's not as bad as you think. No worries, no woes, no more.
There comes a time where all the stars in the sky will leave us behind as we're waving goodbye. There comes a day where we go our own ways where all is forgiven in loves embrace.
credits
from Exploded View of Home,
track released February 17, 2017
Recorded by Kenny Tye
Drums recorded by Roger Camero
Mixed by Kenny Tye
Mastered by Jack Shirley at The Atomic Garden
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