holy cross [ep]

by Fog Lake

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this extended play is a selection of lo-fidelity tracks that i recorded in feburary and march when most of my microphones were extinct. enjoy.

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released April 28, 2013

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Track Name: seeds
my hands never betrayed at all
it's a different kind of pain when the night's so long
and these plans were never made at all
it was a different kind of strain once the drugs wore off

my eyes they weren't prepared at all
for the next stop on the train where i had to get off
cos these plans were never made at all
you've been telling lies and now it's time to go home
Track Name: despondency
too young to understand
what always makes you sad
wasn't that feeling that you had
and if you ever wonder why
she's not one to say goodbye
why do you ever sleep at night
i may have never met you yet
but i'm hiding forever
this is goodbye
Track Name: the time
wasted hearts
in our chests so dark
we had all the time
to heal our lies
but nothing's gonna change
until you've turned the page

we had all the time to think about it
we had all the time to think

but we wasted our hearts
separate both of us
take my change and run off

we had all the time to think about it
we had all the time to think
Track Name: all broken
we're getting closer to nothing
and you're not here in my defense
my heart's all broken now
and i've had nothing since

we're getting closer to something
but it's oh so far away
and i'll never get there now

i never meant it but it did do what i figured
i have to get out of here
settling my sins
to settle down my friends
Track Name: holy cross
empty television brains
sit in designated graves
we no longer live this way
drinking every saturday

but i'm running out of friends
they just left me here for dead
heaven fills the empty space
maybe time will keep this place

break my heart and hope to die
now these memories don't subside
holy cross fits in my hand
miracles i understand

i can't go there now-a-days
since the past isn't a place
but i still visit anyway
it can't help but scream my name
yet steady blues remain instead
smoking cigarettes again

cross my heart and hope to die
will these memories subside
holy cross fits in my hand
miracles i understand