it's been said
she's got a head full of mystery, silence and shame
thats the one thing that we've got in common
the way were the same
the way that we burn
fallin' out, calling me out on my misery
violence and blame
losing my voice
got no choice but to forfeit your game cause you play out of turn
so now i'm just walking your plank
your hangman keeps drawing i can't fill the blanks
X's and O's
tic tac toe
but you filled all the rows
and done sank my last battleship
emptied my tank
black and white
come back to life always haunting your daydreams at will
recall the names
all the memorys unchain
'till your waters would never be still
black and blue
ain't it easy for you to dismiss what i thought that i knew
i'm out of mind so why should you subscribe to these slurred sermons i always spew
i concede my defeath
with my knees on the ground
waiving my white flag around
but you won't back down
oh, please
cause i've been losing my place in the ranks
cashing bad checks at the local blood blanks
i've been shooting off shots in the dark but i can't hit your mark cause my hands always shake and my gun is full of blanks
credits
from Small Town Talk,
released July 9, 2011
kevin: 1st guitar and vocals
curran:2nd guitar
The Australian folk-pop singer tackles deconstruction, her Christian childhood, and sexuality on her infectious sophomore album. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 14, 2023