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Pacing
02:38
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With nothing in our hands tell me, are we safe now? A single ticking clock tells us when to wake and when to sleep. Is this metronome a safe pace for our hearts to beat in time with? It all seems clear. You can't breathe like the walls and get away with it.
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Slipping
03:24
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I wish that I could see him so I wouldn't have to dream about him. "Why are you crying son?" "Because I can't remember your voice." I'll never forget you but you didn't even know who you were. The last days you had were spent wasting away in a hospital bed. Lungs gasping for air, legs locked in that chair.
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Ghosts
03:36
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A single impression; faces I won't see again. I have met you but I will never know you. It's hard to stay disconnected, I want to know everything. I want to feel your pleasure and pain. The only things ingrained in my head are nameless faces with blank stares. Lately I've been shaking hands with ghosts. Dull faces I'll never know. The disconnect of faces I recognize but don't register. Life is dull these days.
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Snow
03:43
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Half full or half empty, don't they feel the same? Can you endure the pain of life and be content with no gain? I ran for 300 miles in search of something beautiful. Nothing can compare to the terrain of home. I wanted to fade away, I didn't want anyone to notice. I traveled through four feet of snow retracing my steps to figure out where I went wrong. The answer was right in front of me. I am finally home.
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