You can't break the stare of these hungry eyes
You can't the ever wonder inside the ride
You can't repair the cage around a dead heart
And you can't pull my strings and move me to sing
Preach the rites
Makeshift shape shifter
Left coast zip tripper
Gone? Lost? Blacklisted?
Broke. Pissed. Close-fisted.
And I swear I'm coming for you
You can't kiss the cheek of a loveless face
You can't fix the haunted wall of a ruined place
You can't prescribe true thoughts of joy
and you can't pull my strings and move me to sing
Navigate the waves
I'm a sucker for lyrics. This song is a beautiful sadness to end a summer with. I love every track on this album but this one is comfortable to me, for better or worse. It captures a feeling I think unfortunately most of us have felt. Surf Curse's whole sound reminds me of loss and no more so then here. logansaxby