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released October 29, 2012

Christopher Barling - Vocals
Mark Scurr - Bass
Matthew Pullon - Guitar
David Standley - Drums

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Track Name: What Kind Of Bird Are You?
Who am I to say what’s fucked up anyway
The shame that I feel cant be the same as yours
The disgust you feel isn’t the same as mine
Take what we’ve learned and bury it in the ground
We all lead double lives
We’re all fucked up in our own ways
You know I get it, I get more than anyone
Are you afraid to admit it?
I know you’d like to keep your secrets locked away
But you let it go so easily
No myths anymore
But that’s okay, that’s okay we’re messed up anyway
Don’t you here the strangest sounds now
In corridors, in the streets
But that’s okay, we’re all fucked up anyway
Track Name: Hidden In Drawers
In the spaces that we call homes
In pictures that we took in the hope for something better
Hidden away
Hidden in drawers
Discoloured and alone
Forced expressions
In the end its a vicious circle
Lovers become haunted by pictures of old lovers
Track Name: Back Seats
In the back seats one thousand miles from home
Lost and guilty
Guilty of wishing I was anywhere but here
I don’t belong here
This isn’t fun anymore
I’m sick of feeling alone
Sick of hating myself
I need more, I want out
All I want is some sleep
Just left with photos filled with regrets
That are fading fast
Leaves a stale taste in my mouth
Surrounded by my fears, so I surrender
Caving in, fading out
When I’m older will I look back and regret
Those nights in vans, those nights in bars
Where did the days go
Where did the nights go
Where did I go.