It's not a weight you're under, it's an ideal;
And i can't be the one to pretend that everything you've done is right.
Break apart at the edge of all I believe ,
Pushing words into my mouth and I'm sick all over my feet.
And I grow tired, tired of calling your name;
It's like a winter, a winter that never ends.
And it grows in me like a disease.
After the war ends I'll be your writer,
And if you ride me like a horse do you break me like a horse?
I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping, I'm not dreaming;
But when I do i'll become a bird.
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this song and album is half the reason im still alive; i mean that literally. the union is a beautiful amazing gorgeous trio of songs that speaks to my deepest emotions on such a fundamental and raw level. peepy
supported by 4 fans who also own “After The War Ends (1st Ed.)”
Put this record on, close your eyes and honestly the band are right there in the corner playing!. This is a proper live recording and not ponced up in the studio...brill!. Robert Wallace
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