Claw away by the wayside
Neither here nor black and white
Disdain erodes your own pride
Even when you shine a light
Summer is gone, you better find another way
Autumn’s too long, afraid to be your castaway
You’re speaking too soft, your words have lost me anyways
You’re slow burning, you’re slow burning
Grey bled through your old mine
But now you’re stuck between those old lines
Crawl to your own demise
Even while you’re paralyzed
Telling lies can neither abide
Dreamin’ on a satellite
Summer is gone, you better find another way
Autumn’s too long, afraid to be your castaway
You’re speaking too soft, your words have lost me anyways
You’re slow burning, you’re slow burning
Grey bled through your old mine
But now you’re stuck between those old lines
Grey bled through your old mine
But now you’re stuck between those old lines
Dream of North Carolina
It’s taking way too long, it’s taking way too long
Race down to North Carolina
It’s taking way too long, it’s taking way too long
Town to town just to find it
Not even what you want, or is it what you want
Maybe just for the weather, or all together
Grey bled through your old mine
But now you’re stuck between those old lines
Grey bled through your old mine
But now you’re stuck between those old lines
credits
from Neither Here Nor There,
released October 9, 2015
Alex Garrison - Lead Vocals
Stephen Phillips - Guitar
Mike Bronk - Bass
Jack McKee - Drums
Manuel Miller - Guitar, Backing Vocals
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