dad, i owe everything i end up doing with this craft to you.
r.i.p. dave marston.
lyrics
oh on that day when i felt you go you were asking for forgiveness..
i miss the simplicity that happiness was not the pursuit but the multiplying product of being alive. but in this town nobody knows your name. i wait for people to look at my blue eyes like they used to and see you but i'm the only one here who knows you, who learned from you. i wish that i could hear you because i'm starting to forget what you sounds like and now the arteries that lined your hands like subways are wrapping the same way around mine.
i wish i could talk to you. i wish i could hear you. Tell me that there is something that makes this all make sense. i wish i could talk to you i wish i could hear you i wish i could make this all make sense.
and while my skin is pulling and tugging the knots and kinks out i don't feel you at all. i don't feel you near me at all.
credits
from Demos for the Demons,
released October 20, 2010
written and produced by Sarah Marston
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