1. |
Wake
03:09
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Don't look back
You wrote "I hope these letters will one day wash on the shore
See I've been counting all of the strokes
And I hope somebody knows I'm drifting through the floor"
Over and over again walking in circles
And then passing the time until you crawl back in bed
Wake up
We only wanted you
Wake up
We only wanted you to see the sun
Do you think of when you lost a friend?
You couldn't talk him down from the ledge
Speak! She's begging, but you don't say a thing
You sit in silence watch her staring at her wedding ring
See the windows of the church across the street
Looking down at you like mourners at a wake
And you stare hard into the stained glass
Until it hurts to lift your head
The clouds are gathering off in the distance
A storm is rolling in.
Underground
(Your words fall through)
Beneath the trees
(I don't believe you)
Nothing left
(I need to see it in your eyes)
You're part of the dirt that we're left to breathe
(Always waiting)
And the leaves they fall
(So frustrating)
And the seasons change
Seems after all
You're just some pages in a journal that no one will read
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2. |
Shudder
03:09
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Deadly, the way you speak
"She always loved to sing" your mother read on stage
Whispers that make the willow weep
We sat there in shock, tried not to make a sound
Ugly sounds from underground
It's just a false sense of drama, a false sense of suspense
It's just a story that everyone seems to know
The air was bitter then, it's stale and distant now
Like the world inside a photograph and I want out
We shuddered in the cold underneath the ancient willow trees
We spoke in whispers barely audible above the winter breeze
Power lines, sparks fly
I see you in the willow trees
Seen in bitter memories
The rumors are spreading
There's something evil living in the woods on the edge of town
The villagers panic
They're lighting torches and they're gonna burn it all to the ground
I see you in the burning willows
You don't make a sound
I see you there
You can't get out
You can't get out
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3. |
Break
02:41
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Towers burn and the bridges collapse
While we dance and we dance
and the vultures dive to pick at the scraps
While everybody claps
We let the culprits get away free
They disappear without a trace
I've heard it said that God is dead
Well....l I hope he's in a better place
Hear the sirens...always sirens
There's lightning in the skies
Colder as you go farther down below the surface
Forgetting what the sunlight feels like on your skin
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4. |
Family Ties
02:02
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A tragedy how the rush comes over me
You'll see
We won't stop once we start
The games we play in the dark
No, you won't go away
You're digging up graves
You're pacing all the hallways of the house while we sleep
So turn on the lights
Look me right in the eyes
Tell me why you're here and all the things you had to hide
You need your rest
Close the blinds
Lock it down
No one gets in
No one gets out
Living life by the edge of your knife
You've cut the family ties
Living life by the edge of your knife
And that's just fine
Don't move
It's inside the house.
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5. |
Cringe
03:28
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Flashing traffic lights paint the city bright red
As the streets are wrapped inside the midnight fog
Sirens off in the distance signal that somewhere, something has gone horrible wrong
And the cops go on about some kids drinking scotch
Blowing stop signs, while in the waiting room of St. John's
Head buried in hands, a father hopes for news about his only son
Counting the heartbeats
Who would've guessed the lights would go out?
And down in the city they're putting him underground
Who would've guessed we'd be left here in this wreck?
There's nothing left
Now the doctors are rushing through the hospital halls
Flat-line, panic, frantic shouts, and telephone calls
Praying for his life, praying for a pulse
While he just sits and watches it all
Can't stand the fucking sight of
His mangled body in a hospital bed
So close the door and pull the curtains
You'll never see him again
And now suddenly he's back in the spring of '99
Taking Tommy out to Buck Branch Park watching him play out in the sunlight
Now he's wrapping him up in his arms on the night that his mother died
Holding back tears
Talking all about love
All about God
All about resilience and the beauty of life
Did all all those words mean anything at all?
Or were they wiped away that night like random scribbles on a bathroom stall?
When metal hit bone did they shatter like your body on the windshield glass?
Are you really just a ghost in these photographs?
Now the doctors are rushing through the hospital halls
Flat-line, panic, frantic shouts, and telephone calls
Praying for his life, praying for a pulse
While he just sits and watches it all
Can't stand the fucking sight of
His mangled body in a hospital bed
So close the door and pull the curtains
You'll never see him again.
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6. |
Truth (Interlude)
01:33
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7. |
Attic Space
01:59
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Here's to another December
Live by the light of the embers
To stay warm we're throwing our letters into the fire
Sitting in an empty smoke filled bedroom
I wonder why we'd walk on broken glass
And stare down at our reflections
Ignoring all the cracks
Danny's in the hospital again
And we can't afford to keep the lights from going out
There are vipers in the holes that we would hide in
There is venom in the hallways of the house
Its fine
The world turns white
I swear to you that its fine
Sometimes we even sleep at night
Living life by pulling down all of the shades
Don't let them figure out that we're afraid
Of the next timebomb and the next tragedy
Even though we know its coming
Always staring at footsteps and lost in my head
Are we a step now from heaven or a step from the ledge?
I don't know if I could take a winter like it again
Even though we know its coming
No one will blink when we leave this place
They'll put our things up in the attic just to free up living space
Into dusty cardboard boxes we will disappear
No one will talk about what happened here
No one will blink when we leave this place
They'll put our things up in the attic just to free up living space
Into boxes we disappear
No one will talk about what happened here.
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8. |
Speak
04:15
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Hear the bells start to ring and the gospel choir sings
It's a Sunday night service and you're home across the street
You think about the night she took off the ring
Said "I'm leaving with the kids"
And the lawyers drew up contracts to clean up the mess
You were left in this house
You keep the windows shuttered
Covered up in dust that diamond lost its luster
And its cloudy tonight no you can't see the stars
You take a deep breath and slowly slide the needle deep into your arm
Scratch in the journal that you write in every night
You're always searching for the words but you can never get it right
And this house is full of haunted pianos
Songs from a different life
And some flowers that died in the absence of sun-light the hallways with candles, ghosts won't go away
And you speak and you speak, but you have nothing to say
And no one who will listen the drug creeps through your mind
And you wonder if this is what dying feels like
I found your old journal in a secondhand store
The covers weathered by the decades and the pages bent and torn
And I read through all those letters sitting here all alone
And I will carry now forever the last words you ever wrote
You said
(Bury me)
(Underground)
(Beneath the trees)
(Just come back to pick up the leaves)
"Speak...Speak don't be like me
Don't end up an empty broken lighthouse on an unforgiving sea
So just speak don't try to hide
Because all of my saviors would rather be crucified."
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Jonah Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Jonah is a Post-Hardcore band from Philadelphia, PA.
For booking email:
jonahbandpa@gmail.com
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