lyrics
Sitting on the old park swing,
Where we'd laugh and play and sing,
But time catches up to all of us it seems.
You would boss, and shout, and scream.
Tacit replies from me to the team.
From frustration to jubilation, thats me.
One for all and all for one,
Those are the days the have passed and have gone.
Earphones and solipsism,
Lets me walk in no world but a rhythm,
Ice on the ground, and cold in my heart not felt.
None for all and all for none,
Those are the days that have passed and have gone.
I call your bluff.
But its pointless, I'm not quick enough.
Empty my hand, walk from the table.
Turns out your fact,
Was nothing but fable.
Not loud, nor silent, nor hot nor cold.
Not empty or full, or fearful or bold.
Content with the mid-ground,
Thats what the young blonde said.
No cold and no longer numb,
Those are the days that have passed and have gone.
Seems good, then less, Then more-so now,
But its up to me, to take a bow.
For the bad that I've bettered, and life that I'm soon to live.
Its up to me,
To make it work again.
To be able to sleep.
And smile,
In the sun,
And the rain.
credits
from
Works in Progress,
released May 4, 2014
Written by Josh Gellert.
Mandolin, backing vocals: Aidan Finden.
Guitar, lead vocals: Josh Gellert.
Banjo, backing vocals: Dom Johnson
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