well I got desperate when you were broken
clinging along to words you'd spoken
i know that my bones are aching
and I'm sick of waking up in strange places
but that's comfort in this cold
cos i'm lost
but i'll wait for the morning
cause you won't be up to find me
well I got desperate when you were broken
(cos you're the crutch that keeps me standing)
clinging along to words you'd spoken
(but this distance is demanding)
sorry that i wasn't here
i promise i'll be there next year
but you could never shed those tears
cos i won't be around
cos i won't be around
we'll wait for the morning
but i know these roads
like the veins on my hands
well I got desperate when you were broken
(cos you're the crutch that keeps me standing)
clinging along to words you'd spoken
(but this distance is demanding)
sorry that i wasn't here
i promise i'll be there next year
but you could never shed those tears
cos i won't be around
I'm coming out of a decade long musical hiatus. The last punk band to really move me was from the Bay (American Steel), so it's no surprise that I returned there for inspiration. Can't Swim is absolutely worth a listen for fans of Lawrence Arms or Taking Back Sunday. I'm sure there are much better comparisons - if that's you thing - but as I said, I've been out of the game for a long time. Thank you to Can't Swim for inspiring me to play again. Dave Wreckoning