Never above, never below,
always beside
I chose to back off from this open wound, to sweep this all into flames.
Scream under streetlights 'till the voice takes leave.
Life's beautiful miseries.
Never above, never below, always beside
Bot you can't make amends when no one lends a chance to make up a time to love.
I find myself into situations that bloom, and you were right, I should do something.
But maybe I should be the first to know this can't be fixed overnight,
But I know, It's getting out of line.
Never above, never below, always beside
But you can't make amends when no one lends a chance to make up a time to love.
This is everything that stands between the sky and grave...
This is everything that stands between us, that stands between us, into the darkness take us there and through these years
I've shown my wear.
Though I'm hardened still I'm prepared to fight...
But you cant make amends when no one lends a chance to make up a time to love.
This is everything that stands between the sky and the grave...
I chose to back off from this open wound, to sweep this all into flames.
Scream under streetlights 'till the voice takes leave.
Life's beautiful miseries.
Never above, never below, always beside
Bot you can't make amends when no one lends a chance to make up a time to love.
I find myself into situations that bloom, and you were right, I should do something.
But maybe I should be the first to know this can't be fixed overnight,
But I know, It's getting out of line.
Never above, never below, always beside
But you can't make amends when no one lends a chance to make up a time to love.
This is everything that stands between the sky and grave...
This is everything that stands between us, that stands between us, into the darkness take us there and through these years
I've shown my wear.
Though I'm hardened still I'm prepared to fight...
But you cant make amends when no one lends a chance to make up a time to love.
This is everything that stands between the sky and the grave...
Writer(s): Brock Lindow, Thomas Noonan, Steven Holt
album: "The Tide And
Its Takers" (2008)
The All Night Lights
We Gave It Hell
The Back Harlow Road
Clear The Coast
Waiting On A War
Only A Year Or So...
Absent Are The Saints
Vast And Vague
When Distance Is The Closest Reminder
Northern November
The Tide And Its Takers
The All Night Lights
We Gave It Hell
The Back Harlow Road
Clear The Coast
Waiting On A War
Only A Year Or So...
Absent Are The Saints
Vast And Vague
When Distance Is The Closest Reminder
Northern November
The Tide And Its Takers
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