Released October 1, 2010
Produced by Sleeping At Last. Mixed by John Goodmanson
Select a song below to read the lyrics
you spend your whole life
just to remember the sound
when the world was brighter,
before we learned to dim it down.
call it survival,
call it the freedom of wills;
where breath is borrowed
our compass needle stands still.
our resignation only comes on beaten paths.
when the world was flat,
we dreamt of its edges…
if love’s elastic, then were we born to test its reach?
is it buried treasure
or just a single puzzle piece?
it’s poison ivy
beneath our brave and trusting feet…
but all revelations come to us in recovery.
cry wolf, cry mercy,
cry the name of the one you were raised to believe;
cry hard, cry yourself to sleep, cry a storm of tears,
if it helps you breathe.
if it helps you,
if it helps you breathe.
2. Next to Me **
our futures were written with crayons in coloring books.
it was misspelled and outside the lines,
and we loved how it looked.
like the crooked hem of your favorite childhood dress
and the holes in my jeans from years of carelessness.
i know that since we’ve grown, we ache for those memories.
but honestly, nothing’s even compared
‘til you were next to me. nexttome.
when words came to you
for the first time, you knew you were hooked,
like the pride that you felt at the last page of your first book.
the bravery i forced when i sang to an audience of three:
it took a million wrong notes
just to find a single melody in key.
i know that since we’ve grown, we plead for clarity.
but honestly, nothing’s ever made sense
’til you were next to me. nexttome.
if time is money,
then i’ll spend it all for you.
i will buy you flowers
with the minutes we outgrew.
i’ll turn hours into gardens,
planted just for us to tame.
i’ll be reckless with my days,
building castles in your name…
since we’ve grown, we long for concrete things.
but honestly, nothing’s felt more sure
than when you are next to me. nexttome.
let’s cut down the red tape
and gather up the pieces of our youth.
‘cause there’s nothing in this world we can’t fix
with some scissors and glue.
3. Watermark *
you were carved out of the sea,
watermarked by our ancestry.
in a tug of war
between the tide and me,
what felt like loss was a victory,
as you were swept ashore
like bottles holding prayers.
where you were carved out of the earth,
safe and sound in your second birth,
gravity has tied your anchor to the shore,
as a lighthouse tames the endless ocean roar.
against the calming light,
our silhouettes are changing shape.
the stories you’ve been told
have made you brave.
was formed within the sand,
like the shells you gather
in the safety of your hands.
dive in, with your eyes closed,
for the life you were born to claim.
the water will be paralyzed
by the courage you contain.
the flutter of your earnest heart,
it will fill the silent seas
and all will be restored in your melody.
** Stacey DuPree-King (of Eisley & Sucré) – Harmonies
* Joanna Hui – Violins
* Jessica Hui – Violins
* Alex Kruser – Cellos
w/ misc. contributions from Dan Perdue