To those of you who have purchased the album online or came out to one of the shows and are wondering what the hell we are actually saying here are the lyrics for our latest album Losing Touch.
LOSING TOUCH
Forget about the things that don't matter. Of course, it's easier said - there's no rush. We don't want you losing touch. I know you're having trouble holding on. We're friends, reach out. Because the state of this relationship is headed south. You're heading south so get out now. You've got to stop harboring thoughts of a place you'll never reach. You've got to look up. We don't want you losing touch. I know you're having trouble holding on. We're friends, reach out. Just reach out. Because you know you will make it far one day. If you don't get held up on yourself. You will make it far one day. Don't get held up. Stop losing touch. Take a step back. Don't lose contact. It's sometimes not enough. I've been there before and lost a lot, so take what I have to say to heart. Please use any time you want to shake it off. If it's distance that you need, don't leave everything. Things are bad sometimes. It could be worse, you know. Take what I have to say to heart.
HESITATION
When's the time to step in and make a connection with someone? There won't be any trouble if I'm making you laugh, making you smile. You're making me feel positive. But don't put me too close and ruin all that we have. I will start. No time for hesitation. I will start. Always assuming the worst thing. 'Cause it feels tragic and hopeless. Time to give my all. Falling back in. I never thought you'd understand. It doesn't mean I'll always be alone. Dysfunctional or not, I think it's fair to the other things I love. Finding myself is along the same lines as me finding love. I find hesitation sets me back again.
VIEWFINDER
These dark bar rooms - my savior, my tomb. The occupants dead inside and such will I be soon. All the bleeding hearts come together for the night. Just leads to false starts that leave with the twilight. Double that drink she's smiling at me. The look in her eyes say that it's time to leave. We'll bridge to my bed with casual conversation, about love and leisure and mutual understanding. It's time to fight off or accept. I'm trying not to drink alone tonight. But if I have to, I will. I'm drowning out the way I feel to see a change or gradually drown out everything. She fades away, a phase of the moon. Nothing changed, nothing ever gained from it. Don't try to hold on, it's not really there. Screaming at the sky for someone who never cared. And believe. Collectively, I want all my friends to have a chance to get better. But for now, while we're alone, it doesn't have to be so miserable. I want to change, let's start tonight. One more drink, then I'll go home.
THE ONLY ONES
Here we go again. Put on your nice suit or your black dress and tell your friends. Because everyone is sad. And now as drunk as you for once. Believe they're in a better place to help you sleep. It's rough to know that we've become the only ones that aren't six feet down. It's selfish of you to go underground. Here we go again, where topics turn to what should have been. Or what we did. We're left to scream at ourselves. But I doubt that anyone cares. It's not them in there. Don't be afraid of living your life now that I'm gone. I'll see you the next time around.
WINTER STREET
Here on Winter Street, we've got blow-up alligators tied to our ceilings. And the partying never ends. You're in love with a fish, I hope you can swim. Here on Winter Street, we go to wine shows and then piss on our own sheets. Because the partying never ends. You're in love with a fish, I hope you can swim. Here on Winter Street, we'll drink all the drinks you bring.
MONOTONY
Fuck monotony. We'll celebrate on Tuesday. Let's not go down with the sun. We're the lights so let's shine. Fuck monotony. I'm happier than you think. Not lonely or tired of these simple things. We don't need clarity - only ounces of hope each day. Fall straight into the week. Fall into the week. It feels something like this.
BY YOUR SIDE
It would be nice to be by your side. I don't require much - just alcohol and sun. And a little attention. Yeah, a little more attention. Let's see how things go. I've got nothing to offer but charm, an empty wallet and my drunken friends. We won't need much, you'll be taken care of. I'll even walk you home. Because it would be nice to be by your side. When it comes to three little words there's nothing worse than when it's not returned. I'll dig within myself, become a better man and hope for the best. So follow me into this mess. I'll learn to make less mistakes. Grab your coat and honest smile. Because it would be nice to be.
HALF FULL
Look at us. We're strangers in relationships built on audio and alcohol, separated by horsehair walls. I want to talk to you again. So please be my friend. Because it's not about how much you never cared. It's how you laugh it off. No, it's not about how much you care. It's about how you laugh it off. So let's clean the slate and put things back together. Only a year gone by since this conversation died. Just know I think about the times we shared. I want to talk to you again. So please be my friend. I know you care. Let's put things back together. It's not that you want to know or hope that we'd really fail. It's not that you even knew. Go on and set that sail.
THE OCEAN
Come the morning I may be gone but the sun will be there for you. And in case you weren't aware, I've been watching close. Writing things down only takes you so far. I spend my time waiting for you, hoping for the ocean to swallow us whole. Take my hand to beat the undertow because I don't want you coming home. So follow me close. I hope you feel the same way, because your voice seems so shaken up. No one said this would be easy, weathering the winds and the waves. Say what you need. Tell me what I really want to hear. I'll spend my time waiting for you, hoping for the ocean to swallow us whole. Take my hand to beat the undertow because I don't want you coming home. Follow me close until we go down again. We're looking for a way to leave. So be my lifeboat. Sink with me or let the waves drag you in, drag you into the ocean. Wait for your time.
STATES
It's fun to hang out on Rantoul Street in the spring on Wednesdays. We spent our nights waiting around a parking lot sitting on Exit 5, where time moved slowly. And I hope we are still close. Never having time to get away. All week long I've been trying to say. Although far away, we're still friends just at different ends and in different places. I'd be lying if I said I never once felt that pang of regret. Nostalgia is burning a hole in my head. And I hope we are still close. Never having time to get away. All week long I've been trying to say, "I hope we are still close." I'm stuck between states choosing oxygen or friends. Or both with a little effort. So just meet me halfway.
