The Vessel

I got asked
if I smelt fire,
while you put your
hands in your pockets
to reach for the gun.

And I promised,
soft like,
"our horizon makes no mistakes"
whilst lighting
the cigarette that held the promise.

And you leaned forward,
praying hard I wasn't
just like them.

And after all that,
you left town.
Said you had some things to figure out.

You got in the cab,
holding my hand through the window,
and make the same mistake as me,
lighting the promise up.

The Iron Fence (song on the EP)

And who'dve known
a house could make or break us?
Cause when all said,
it was nothing than said.
And I had left.

And I shipped you out,
just to carry out my end.
As I swept past,
anything that ever made sense.

When we fell,
like the rocks we threw,
it didn't mean a thing,
and it never would.
According to then and now.

And I kept still
underneath the ever falling sky
while you reported back what you thought of the moon.

Look, Left.

Saw everything I needed to see,
or what you wanted to show me
and I never minded one bit.
I still get caught when I stumble
and yawn against my sheets
knowing I'm content with whats put out
in front of me
and what the inevitable the morning shares with me.

As you walk towards the door,
feel something,
thats all I ask.
Good or bad,
feel something.

Steady Hold.

I can say the amount,
whole, totalled, collected, and shared,
meant so much more to me than I ever could remember.

I walked past ghost towns,
ignoring anything that moved to me
and holding out for some sort of being,
in hopes of meeting me halfway.

When it all falls forth,
and the tree fell to the ground,
I'd never go anywhere again,
but the stump.

Fishes and Beans.

I howl and speak as clear as I can,
while I sing towards you.
I never left phonecalls or threw rocks,
but I picked up what I though suited you and us.

Frozen water and the spring,
dresses and weather,
I never focused.
I never settled for less.

RE: Wedding Cake

I could never,
polish the shoes that would notice
you in the aisle.
I never meant
to feel and cause alarm to myself.

But as the pews fill,
and I keep still and quiet,
a worn face gives you the smile
that was only the reassurance
for you to continue on your way.

The Elephant and the Plight

I said what use do I have
for songs like these?
I threw them all away.

When I miss walking,
and counting rocks and sticks,
I had already crossed the street.
Though, we'd be better off alone.