Song Description

Written By: Will Walton Produced By: Tommy Hellsten Will Walton: Vocals, Electric Guitar (All) Drew Crawford: Bass Guitar Jacob Robson: Drums

Lyrics

(STANDARD TUNING) - Electric Guitar
Cm G
Scattered in a pile, was the basis of trial
F Ebsus G
Given run to room, backward, but forward soon

Cm G
New to me, when none is the amount of times done
F Ebsus G
Yeah, but that's the way I like, wait until the grass is high
Ebsus G
Move through with you beside... me


C G F G
Mister, do you mind, I seem to have lost the time, is evening here?
C G F G
Something in my eye, it took away my sight, but you I see clear... here


The flag was to the ground, red, facing down
I opened up the box, my efforts were all payed off

Assayed in my reply, b'come numb from past time
But there, within a glance, all of the evidence
Breathe in and out, commence


Mister, do you mind, I seem to have lost the time, is evening here?

Something in my eye, it took away my sight, but you I see clear

Mister, did you cry, you must have teared an eye when I was not near

Pushed in my face, you took it all away, it then reappeared... here

(BREAK)

The people say you can't, your response will be rant
It is impossible to fly for someone afraid of heights

But never mind those fools, who are anything but you
Still keep an eye for good, it comes with no likelihood
Never when thought it would

(CHORUS) © 09 / 15 / 2012