1. |
7:44
03:34
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Settle down in a house on fire
(I need to find an end to this, I need to write the end to this)
Spend your whole life trying to get higher
(I need to find the end to this)
Slipping out of promised futures
Stalk the objects of your desire
(I need to find an end to this, I need to write an end to this)
Watch the world move on as you tire
(I need to find the end to this)
Slipping out of life
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2. |
Time to Go
05:10
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You and I should take a drive, and watch the night come down
Spent the whole day thinking about tomorrow
And if I really follow what I follow.
Does that mean that I'm a hypocrite,
Or maybe I'm just scared
Of living in the moment
When I'm not really there?
What's the best way to make this life not hollow?
Caught in this race, try to save face
When you lose your faith in the summer,
Is it 'cause you're moving too slow?
If you feel your life is a bummer,
I think that it is time to go
You and I should take a drive, and watch the night come down
Spent the whole day thinking about tomorrow.
A striking difference between patience and passivity.
And I know that it's been comfortable living without change,
But now it seems these wavelengths are getting out of range.
I don't want this if neither of us are happy
Caught in this race, try to save face
When you lose your faith in the summer,
Is it 'cause you're moving too slow?
If you feel your life is a bummer,
I think that it is time to go
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3. |
One of "Those" Days
04:24
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When you tell me that you're over,
Is it because you've grown tired?
Can it be cured by a night's rest?
Questions based on false assumptions
I'm still dying from that same damn sickness
And I've been trying to see if we can cure this
Believe me, when I say that "I'm fine"
Fool yourself.
Don't be distracted.
Take pride in your scheduled lack of time.
Bleed yourself.
Don't let your wounds clot.
Will you find your place in a line?
I'm still dying from that
Same
Damn
Sickness
And I've been trying to see if we can cure this
Believe me, when I say that "I'm fine"
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4. |
A Long Winter
04:33
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Confused by words and whim
Will I see the sun again
This winter's been far too long
The city's been cold, unfeeling.
I need a place that's warm
A place I can call my home
With things that I like around me
People that can make me happy
It started from disillusion,
And promise of a better time,
Where I could find some meaning
But thoughts get fuzzy with no sleeping
Stuck inside my headspace
Sick with hibernation
We'll shed all our excess treasons
But thoughts get fuzzy with no sleeping
Speculate all my time,
I don't want to be passing by
Speculate all my time,
I don't want to be
Confused by words and whim
Will I see the sun again
This winter's been far too long
The city's been cold, unfeeling.
I need a place that's warm
A place I can call my home
With things that I like around me
People that can make me happy
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5. |
7:45
02:54
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Who has no home now
Will never have one
Letter to the evening
Secret something at place
A vague regret
Or a vaguer hope
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