This is the way your future corrupts:
Our cords are cut, the door slams shut.
The phone won't ring, the mail never shows.
Just occasional pollsters trying to swing your vote.
And each time you catch yourself thinking aloud about
People you built all your weekends around, you shudder.
In a house filled with photos of your loves passed,
Haunting your hallways behind framed glass.
There's a 5 x 7"
Of something strange happening
Before you lost your guts in the clutter.
Life never felt so good in a world so big,
Then my vertigo kicked in.
We were young once, but that's over,
We ran out of gas.
There's no ending fast.
It's just a slow coast home.
Where nobody knows you.
This is the time she visits each evening:
The dogs get quiet, the door starts creaking,
I cut the light off, and crawl into bed.
She tries to kiss me, I feel her breath on the crown of my head,
And her hair drop through my shoulders
Every night I fix her tea, I leave it on the nightstand...
You're a widower's dream.
I wish you could stay, but I know you've gotta leave me.
from Cool Ghost
released August 26, 2015
released 27 August 2015
Recorded February 2015 at Old Dominion Studios in Scottsville, VA.
Mixed by Chris Adams in Scottsville, VA
Mastered by Brad Boatright in Portland, OR.
- Matt Leech: Guitar, Vocals
- Zach Motyka: Guitar, Vocals
- Chris Waters: Bass
- Mike Hudson: Drums, Keys, Vocals
All songs written by Cool Ghost.
Artwork by Matt + The Leeches
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