the small town talk around the block has been 'bout how winter hit us harder than it had in recent years
the spring's sun glow might melt the snow but what we find beneath will serve to just confirm our greatest fears
that underneath the soft white lies the same sidewalks running circles towards ambitions grey and old
that underneath our caps and scarves the same hearts still tired of saying that we mean it when we don't
and oh i don't baby
i don't wanna lose you
anymore than i have to
what i tried to keep from crumbling down just withered away
now there ain't no getting used to, i just forget all i want to
and i never find the words that i can't wait to say to you
so i'm signing the time away
spring has sprung now whats become of good intentions turned up empty like so many times before
the birds will sing, the bells they ring but i don't even bring myself to see what lies beyond the door
just pine for the times when i would find
my only comfort wrapped inside the arms of certain innocence
but now that it's gone i only wanna completely disappear from this disasterous present tense
it don't make sense
baby i don't wanna lose you
anymore than i have to
what i tried to keep from crumbling down just withered away
now there ain't no getting used to, i just forget all i want to
and i never find the words that i can't wait to say to you
so i'm signing the time away
credits
from Small Town Talk,
released July 9, 2011
kevin: guitar/vox/glock
curran:bass
riley: drums
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