Now there's a hole in the surface of my empathy.
I tried to fill it with a logic that spoke nonsense to me.
I had a vision, had a purpose, felt like I had meaning.
Girl, it's not you I miss, I just miss the feeling. Miss the feeling of your body.
Logic eroded 'neath the downpour of the inner-city.
We didn't see it coming, the hurricane started so lightly,
but it won't wash away the hurt or satisfy the yearning.
Our hands are clean so why is it I feel so dirty?
Where has all the rain been falling?
...
I found an anchor in a phone call from a friend.
I am no sort of liar, for the time, though, we'll pretend
to care about each other like we did when we were close.
I hear it helps with coping, keeps my spirits as high as my hopes.
Am I alone in this mausoleum we both call our home?
I tried to speak to God, but God unplugged his telephone,
so if you hear my voice while rummaging through AM stations,
please be patient, please tread lightly, listen to me as I strum my pain away.
credits
from Acoustic EP,
track released October 1, 2011
Additional vocals provided by Josaleigh Pollet
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