DESCRIPTION:
Album: Everyday Balloons (2010)

Lyrics:
"I don't know if I should go back there without you
to much older rocks than we've found, 'cause
the air, is wet and salty,
in the wake of passing by.

The gravel road that burns through branches,
and so I return to the shore,
in the wreck of something moving
inexhaustibly tonight.

It's kind of hard to say in this light,
it's kind of hard to say when this light goes out with a fight.
It's kind of hard to say in this light,
it's kind of hard to say when this light goes out with a fight.

I wanna a new start to what's ending;
the needles to prick up their ears,
to the jealousies that battle
in the winds of giant stairs.

It's not the tires you're hearing
but what's getting crushed underneath them,
and I know that this is fading,
and I want to take my time.

It's kind of hard to say in this life,
it's kind of hard to say in this life where the land's end is.
It's kind of hard to say in this life,
it's kind of hard to say in this life where the land's end is.

It's not the fall that we should be afraid of;
it's not the fall that we should be afraid of;
it's not the fall that we should be afraid of,
it's the quick stop.

It's not the fall that we should be afraid of;
it's not the fall that we should be afraid of;
it's not the fall that we should be afraid of,
it's the quick stop."