The Bluest Things On Earth

(álbum: No Closer To Heaven - 2015)

We sat quiet on the hill,
Out just north of Wing's Field,
Waiting on the runway lights.
We were wrapped in winter coats.
And I said I'd drive you home.
You'd been pulling at your flask all night.

I wrapped my arms around the moment like I'm clutching a memory;
You alive in your madness, in love with the night.

The glow of the furnace.
The ambulance lights.
The bluest things on Earth don't know shit about the blues.
You used to be vibrant.
You used to burn bright.

Put out the light
In your clouded eyes.
Kept you inside
Through the summertime.
You put up a fight
Pressing flowers at night in a book that you loved.
The pieces they can't take of us.

I found you shaking at a lake,
A hospital bracelet still tight to your wrist.
We talked to fill the empty space.
Dance on the ice until it breaks.
They flooded a town so this park could exist.
You see us walking on the streets in your dreams.

The pills that they fed you.
Your half-awake eyes.
The bluest things on Earth don't know shit about the blues.
You used to burn.

Put out the light
In your clouded eyes.
Kept you inside
Through the summertime.
You put up a fight
Pressing flowers at night in a book that you loved.
The pieces they can't take of us.

Put out the light
In your clouded eyes.
Kept you inside
Through the summertime.
You put up a fight
Pressing flowers at night in a book that you loved.
There's pieces they can't take of us.
There's pieces they can't take of us.