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Shot at The DreamAway Lodge on iPhone 4S using the Nexvio 8mm Vintage Camera app, edited with the YouTube video editor.

Chris Mattoon on drums
Ben Butterworth on Bass
Ben Kohn on Bass


Lyrics:
The sun went down,
The air was heavy, my bags were light.
We set out from California on a Tuesday night.
There are no borders in the desert;
No Arizona, no New Mexico.
There's just a heat
That plays the eye
As it hits the road.
They say twisters need certain circumstances to spin faster,
And I met you,
You were my catalyst for disaster,
Now I'm spinning faster.

Chorus
You were the storm of the century
And your eye drew me slyly in the wind.
But when you stare down the face of a storm like yours
You don't make it out the same way you made it in.
You gotta give it up because you never thought that
you'd be giving in, yeah.

Your skin
Seemed to glow like amber,
Bourbon whiskey
But you go down
Smooth
Like a burning coal.
It was a bitter sweet poison that I never could afford
But I won't tell nobody
About the bottle that I stole.
If I'd have known then
What was up ahead
Well I surely would have taken my time,
But I was younger then
And hell bent
And in my prime.

Chorus

I've never had a problem
With good-bye, the parting of ways.
I never look for greener grass
When I can just sit down in the middle of a purple haze.
Just when I thought it was over she caught me
Further on up the road.
She said 'I don't know what you're looking for, but I can surely help you carry that load.'
And I said, 'Baby, there's a reason I don't make promises. When I walk I do my walking alone. And the memory of you might weigh down upon my shoulders, but those memories are the only things I can truly call my own.'

Chorus