saving up for nothing you will notice
open wide, here comes a mouth full
it leaves a trace of your disgrace.
looking out waiting for the sound of
a helicopter whizzing past our heads
it leaves a trace of their distaste
look at this sign, its all around me
look at this sign, I can't be bothered
you fell asleep in a chair in an office
we recognized the emptiness don't vanish
it leaves a trace on your face.
the madness around, the lights and booming lorries
your parents house, what you'll have to tell your lovers
they left a trace in your place.
we're stuck on a staircase.
from Wheel of the Damned
released October 14, 2012
featuring vocals, guitar, fiddle, and drums from Dorota Lisdoonvarna, Mathew Harmon, and Allen Degenerate of Matador.
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