You make me dream like Constantinople
The last rites of these days
Running like devils with angels at our backs
Grant me my rite of passage
Like a tempest I will dance with this fury
To personify the wind and the rain
And maybe I’m to blame
Maybe it’s not always black and white
Maybe I just lost myself
In these shades of grey
And maybe I’m to blame
For these mountains crumbling
And maybe I’m to blame
For these broken hearts
Sad and lonely only time
Could steal your beauty
Sifting through the ruin
Elusive forever luminous
And there’s a quiet that humbles me to silence
Flying through the darkness on angel’s wings
credits
from Bullet EP,
released March 15, 2004
Summer of '92 on this recording:
Jason Dwyer • vocals, acoustic guitar
Matt Coverly • bass guitar, piano
Produced by Summer of '92. Recorded and mixed by Scott Komer, December 2003 at Parkhill Project, Oakville ON. Mastered by Alan Douches, February 2004 at West West Side Music, Tenasly NJ.
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