It seems that every thought I dream of takes the place of an old one,
And even though the most beautiful things get lost.
It’s growing harder to stay involved,
It’s growing heavier to be enthralled
And I swear that I’m trying as hard as my muscles can
To level my head.
I would fall asleep driving or my heart would stop beating,
As I’m mouthing the words to some song that I’m hearing,
I’m not really sure what your expression meant,
No, I’m not really sure where your intentions met.
It seems that every day, the sun rises and I should be thankful for that.
And I know I have value, but sometimes, I forget.
I walked far away and I watched the ground,
Move under my feet,
The light and the warmth and the comfort,
Well they all left me.
I looked from my focus to see a man, with the face of some brutal disease,
Like a habit with no intention of quitting, the reasons for forgetting sleep.
His eyes were lost in the sky, he looked lonely and hopeless and scared,
And I started wondering if that’s what I would become.
When I passed him, he pulled down his head,
And his vision, it met mine.
I started singing the words to a song that I hadn’t finished yet,
And he lowered his eyes.
credits
from Through a Wishing Well EP,
released January 28, 2012
Luke Fendlay: Guitar, Vocals
Joe Ryan: Bass
Paul Hare: Drums, Percussion
Alex Denuzzio: Keyboards
Forged Artifacts announce the sophomore release, available on limited gold cassette, from lo-fi Portlander Alexei Shishkin. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 12, 2016