Casting Our Crowns

I'm not sure I want to be there when you head down the aisle.
I'm not sure that I could stand it, though dear Lord I'll try.
You know, I remember how you said you'd always light my life.
Said you would live with me, said you would be my wife.

In a small church we gathered, to open up and let out love.
The service served it's purpose, then we went outside in the sun.
Songs still ringing in my ears, as the corners of my eyes were cradling tears.
In a church yard we gathered, and I just wanted to run.

You see I want to see you happy,
But I want you to understand
That what I want more than anything
Is just to still be your man.

Because kisses on pine boxes can sometimes be enough to say
How you loved someone and how you wish they could stay.
And kisses on pine boxes can sometimes be enough to say
That you'll miss someone so much, but that you'll be ok.

If I could only tell you all the things I've never said.
I'd never have to write or speak or sing like this again.

I wish you the best.
And I wish that I can give you that.
And I wish for nothing less.

Six Shooter

If we're just warships that passed at sea in the night,
Then the daybreak took a long long time.
You are full of life, a floating vessel.
I am the Marie Celeste, I am a listless ghost now.

There wasn't even a warning shot across the bows.

No cannonball, no smoke, no flame?
Not now, not ever again.

If we're just grains of dust in a desert
Then there's a breeze blowing us apart.
But if we should meet soon, one hot high noon
Let's just aim for each other's hearts.

Burden down these bullets broken from the start.

Steady hands and sharp eyes to counteract these cool winds.
Feels like the end is rolling in.

So don't you use your words as weapons,
I'm scared you'll run out of rounds.
Six shooters soon get empty.
And I know I'll be counting down.

So if we keep it calm then maybe
No one has to feel a thing.
Let's lay down our arms and shut our mouths.
And keep pretending.

6)Everything
5)is
4)going
3)to 2)be 1)alright.

When I Sleep I Dream Of Forever

Tonight is the night, for love to come on home.
What gives hindsight the right to show us what we've always known? I'm so sorry.
We can't talk the way we used to.
But it seems I can't sing about anything other than you.
And I bet you don't think about me anymore.
There's no winner here, I don't think we can settle this score.

They said we could live our dreams, if we pray each night before we sleep.
I'd pray someone could sew us back together, but I'm afraid of what I'd reap, and I'm sorry.
Cut the tension with a knife, when we're in the same room.
Open my mouth and watch the air turn blue.
And I can't write without spelling your name somehow
In words and shapes and phrases, I can't quite let you out

You,
A colour in a black and white crowd,
You,
The sun behind my clouds,
You
Lightning at the bottom of a bottle
You
A memory better off forgotten
But I can't quite let you out.

Tonight is the night, for love to hit home.
Time has gone by, but I don't think that I've grown, and I'm sorry.
I ran away when I could have fought this fight.
But I lose time and time again, thinking of you every day of my life.
And I hope you still think of me, hope I'm still afloat in your own ocean.
If I wash up on your shore, would you cure me of how I've been left floating?
Love me or leave me be, just set me free.
I'm sorry.

Mannequins.

You're not even real.
You're a page in a book, you're a scene in a photograph.
Changing costume every hour, of every day, living life at twenty four frames per second.

You're not real.
You're a congregation of other people's ideas.

You're a confirmation of all your own worst fears.

And when no one yells CUT just what are you going to do?
They say the whole world is a stage, I guess you must think it's true.
But does it fuck you up to think that the curtain's calling soon?
You've been read cover to cover too, and this is our overall review.

You're not real, you're just a collection of stolen trends.
You're not real, you're just tied together loose ends.
You're a congregation of bad ideas.
This is a confirmation of all you've feared.
You're not real.
So how could we ever be friends?

I Simply Am Not Here

I have a narrator sitting right behind my eyes.
Tonight we hear the voices outside, it's 3am and I'm fucking wired.
He tells me:
"Go run in the streets, run wild, ruin all you meet, run wild run wild
And don't stop til you're stopped, don't stop til you're stopped, don't stop don't stop run wild."


It's walking through the town and knowing enough is enough.
It's taking a look around and realising there is nothing you could love.
It's outstaying a welcome that was never really there.
It's feeling like theres nothing to be done when you used to care.
It's the end.


Served up on a silver plate made from all the spoons from our infant mouths.
Living beyond our means has meant we're far from living.


I don't see a hope anymore.
We are all monsters undercover, we are all worthless at our core.
This is why we weave webs of lies.
To protect one another because the truth is something I'd rather hide away from.

I woke up to a choir singing right outside my door...