There is no use in turning back now and all the roads that have brought you here have been drowned. In that hotel room, it’s just him and the moon and the hunger in your silence says you’ve not been found. There’s a chill in your voice, a thought of the past, in the words to a stranger, “just make it fast.” And the morning crawls in; on those little cat feet. It comes to tug you from the safety of swollen sleep. With those pills on the floor and that bottle under the bed, you’ll try to fog up the mirrors inside of your head. I still remember you, lying beside me, you said, “there’s nothing as useless or as lonesome as a dream I’m lost out at sea, but I’m thinking about the coast and how all our kisses, in time, come back like ghosts. I won’t see the land for three long weeks, and I won’t see my true love again until my boat sinks. So I’ll swim and I’ll swim, just to keep my hands warm until I’ll wake up crying and coughing inside her arms.
credits
from The River You Drink From Will Drown You,
released March 3, 2011
Kevin Coons - vocals, guitar, harmonica
Rachel Spotten - piano, vocals
Paul Frankel - drums
Brenneth Stevens - guitar
Morgan Enos - bass, vocals
Chloe Smith - vocals
George Major - violin
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