Song Description

A song about a person who keeps looking everywhere for love, feeling hopeless, and not realizing that the person right in front of them loves them more than anything.

Lyrics

Cool waters wash over my violet tinted veins
The karma chords
A poet's aftershave
Good father, watch over my lover's lost remains
From ash to soil
We burn, we boil
We scrape away

CHORUS
And you give what you get
And you can't take back what you said
To your friend in the parking lot
You forgive, you forget
And you place your bets
But you're still healthy
You'll not settle down
With the kid in the limosine
Flashing magnets of sorts in a sworded dream
Ninety clicks through the ditch at an angel's speed
Stop running from me
I'm not slowing down

(young pulse solid, don't run from me now)

Cruel hunters stole my summer
Fashion me a blade
Revenge so sweet
But bitter aftertaste

Foolish hunger
Don't bother selling me your shade
I shall not need the shelter of your cage

CHORUS

You wanted to be free and young and proud
But you can't seem to put both feet on the ground
You don't know what's coming up was going down
So you fill your pulse solid

Safe under these warm tethers
Open up the sky
And let it rain on my parade tonight
Torn shadows worn by widows cover up my eyes
Love has bailed
Attempts all failed
At least I tried

And you give what you get
And you can't take back
What you said to your friend in the parking lot
We forgive, we forget and we pay our debts
But young pulse solid
Don't give up on me now for the kid in the magazine
With electric blue eyes in a sky blue scheme
Ninety clicks through the ditch to your fantasy
Stop running from me
I'm not slowing down

Young pulse solid don't run from me now