From the recording Shelf Life

Lyrics

If you’re here to make waves I wish you well
We told the fool to never come back
Made his way up to the holy skies
Let our hopes burn by the wayside
There’s no more light around the bend
This is more than tough luck
More than a close call
Could you lay down some kind of shine
I have nothing left to breathe on the sidelines
There’s a certain kind of mask
Let’s him play a convincing role
Has no soul left and I understand
He’s not about to let it show
There’s no more light around the bend
This is more than tough luck
More than a close call
Could you lay down some kind of shine
I have nothing left to breathe on the sidelines
Where are you now
Are you bolder everyday
Will you cover the room
Break us even