We stagnate, we simmer, we stay too long. When we think of hard times we try to work it along. But we break we bend, kicking up dirt. Dose me up on medicines and make it work. There's a 5:16 ratio on my sleeping habits to working days, saying i'm fine is easy but speaking my mind is worse. Don't tell a soul i'm aching, because we all need space to fix. And just when these cracks they start to mend, I go and throw myself around and they crack again. Even waking up is a chore. There is nothing I want more than just to be standing to still, sipping the air. Hearing the old house creak and speak back to me. Is it fair to want a little space? Because i'm gasping for air, and tearing out my hair. There's no more waiting, we're getting out of here.
credits
from Gasping For Air,
released November 24, 2014
Mark Boniface - Vocals/Acoustic
Daryl Seaman - Bass/Vocals
Tony Ware - Guitar
Douglas Hunt - Drums
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