the sticks are on the table
yield they buzz no more
I gaze through dirty glass
the feeling that I get right now is so wrong
this is not me
I’ve been so lonesome
since my muse packed up and gone
she does not live in substance
she stays cool while I sink down
tied up in my ego
if I could live in this device
then she would have nothing I need
and maybe then I would think twice
but I know how it feels
she called me up and said
that she was back in town
and in a fit of pride
I said that I could make it on my own
who’s so smooth now
if I could live in this device
then she would have nothing I need
and maybe then I would think twice
but I know how it feels
each time the blinds come ‘round
I try to walk away
you can not run from what is
written blood on your page
you know your blood shines brighter than green
if I could live in this device
then she would have nothing I need
and maybe then I would think twice
but I know how it feels
credits
from Monster Hands,
released March 17, 2015
Patrick Fitzgerald: Keyboards, Vocals
Ryan Nichols: Bass
Michael Reilly: Drums
Music by Patrick Fitzgerald/ Ryan Nichols/ Michael Reilly
Lyrics and Vocal melody by Patrick Fitzgerald
Engineered by Quinn Waters and Patrick Fitzgerald
Edited and Automated by Patrick Fitzgerald
Produced by Monster Hands