Here I am, fists red, eyes black, and cursing like a sailor, left, lying on a broken back, the relic of a failure. We all need someone to tell secrets to. There you are, heart black, mind red, and waiting for your reward, right, standing on the recent dead, your compass pointing backward. We all need someone to tell secrets to. Don't know. No, don't care. Not there, they're not scared, though it is dark and they have lost their way. We all need someone to tell secrets to.
credits
from Acid Casual,
released March 3, 2013
Brooks – acoustic and electric guitars, basses, organ, mandolin, trumpets, trombones
Bradford Highnam – drums, tambourine
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