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Patience
03:37
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Curled up in the belly of the beast where you left me
Don’t need a miracle to see that you let me down
In the heat of America, I saw a golden glowing town
Let its hold me in its arms just to drop me on the ground
Hold up, it’s a crime scene, lights flash blue and red
Wait, no, maybe it’s all in my head
In the wake of my sanity, I believed in everything you said
Let you hold me in your arms just to leave me for dead
I should probably try
Love, joy, peace, patience
Fuck all that, let’s go and get wasted
There’s bottle of tequila calling my name
There’s a sign on the door saying “don’t you wanna play the game?”
In the heat of my mania, I let your voice slip through the cracks
Let my mind go wild and my heart turn black
And I got no time to cry
Diamonds, clubs, hearts, spades
Go all in and hope I get paid
Love, joy, peace, patience
Go all in
Dreams, drugs, contemplation
Take me home, you know I’m so wasted
Blood, sweat, conversation
Take me home
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Hall of Shame
05:28
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I really hate to say that I was born to play this part
I’m the one to leave you hanging on the line
All I ever wanted, high and dry and haunted
By the ghost of all the love I left behind
So I called to say I’m sorry for changing up my mind
And some part of me dreamed to die
And when I dreamed that I was dying I was dying alone
And I was better off on my own
Baby, can’t you see me?
Come on, turn off the TV and believe in me like I’m the golden girl
But I’m no Cleopatra, I’m a liar, I’m an actress
I’m a vicious vile of poison for the world
But I called to say I’m broken and that’s the honest truth
And I was tied on a rope to you
I had a dream that I was choking, I was battered and blue
And I was better off
Well sometimes I think the real me is lost somewhere at sea
With the mermaids and Columbus at her side
And every time she hears you singing sweetly it’s so clear
You can’t break away from ever-changing tides
So when you’re chasing every summit, don’t forget my name
You’ll know losing me is a winning game
If I had aces in my pocket I’d be feeling the same
Bad beat, put me in the hall of shame
You and I hit the highway a hundred times
I kind of like going for long drives without you now
Well maybe I’ll do it my way ‘till the day I die
I kind of like going for long drives without now
I called because I miss you more than I can take
There’s some dreams that I just can’t shake
I left the method to my madness in the calm of your storm
And I thought you would keep me warm
I thought you would keep me warm
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Take It Slow
03:16
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Stumble into a black room
Searching for the bathroom
Rose-colored glasses are the sickest point of view
Did you mean it when you said you wanted nothing but the truth?
Now the beat’s so loud I can’t hear you
Talking unsteady, I’ve been drinking too heavy
They wanna hit the floor but I’m not ready
Sweat on my clothes, the fate that I chose
I gotta take it slow, take it slow, take it slow
I gotta...
In the morning my phone vibrates
A message of my mistake
Feeling like a criminal just begging to let loose
Hope you don’t mean it when you said there ain’t nothing I can do
Now the sun’s so bright I can’t see you
But last night you looked so pretty, the moments you stayed with me
We take our precious time in this dangerous city
Blood on my clothes, the fate that I chose
I gotta take it slow, take it slow, take it slow
I gotta take it slow, take it slow, take it slow
Now the beat’s so loud I can’t hear you
Talking unsteady, this night is too heavy
I wanna come down but I’m not ready
I’m not ready, I know, I know
I gotta take it slow, take it slow, take it slow
I gotta take it slow, take it slow, take it slow
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Secret Pool Nashville, Tennessee
musical vessel for songs by grace christian. dreams and contemplation. the pleasure in the pain
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