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We were so far away from you
Climbing the mountains between us
Tracing lines to a fractured coastline
A sullen portrait crafted quietly by trembling hands
On ethereal walls of conviction
A broken constellation falls apart in the distant trenches of projection

Terra firma, pendulate like trails of moths
And pray to the absolute thy eyes are wide and unlocked

Quietly sigh in the blinding light of Monday morning.
And I cannot survive without the light you provide
These machines won't save you
Only the hands of man

I'll provoke the axis to reverse
And release you from persistent sleep
Shift your suffering into my curse
While you dream through the distant and deep

Await, awake

Quietly sigh in the blinding light of Monday morning.
And I cannot survive without the light you provide.
These machines won't save you,
Only the hands of man

There's clouds in your eyes
and your voice is absent.
I find this hard to believe.
I feel this is not the end.

In the trembling wake of Sunday,
a mind awoke from the cold.
In tune, the axis aligned
and the sun was no longer blocked.
We fall slowly through the decay,
with clouded eyes closed.
We never relied on the sun rise,
until the earth stopped.

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from Extended Vacation, released December 22, 2017
Steve Senecal: Vocals
Tom Whaley: Lead Guitar
Max D'Aulerio: Guitar/Vocals
Pat Bell: Bass
Joe Marino: Drums

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Evan Heffron
Steve Senecal
Tom Whaley
Max D'Aulerio
Pat Bell
Joe Marino

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