The way out of here
is littered with dead bodies
but he has no fear
his eyesight is so shoddy
A warriors pride
dying inside
and mercy is out of time
They taught him to kill
And he was a good student
cause he had the will
and training him seemed prudent
Now it's too late
you've sealed your fate
there's nothing to do but wait
I look at you I don't know you I can't see you I can't show you anything.
so why even try
life's misleading inconsistent and if I missed a minute I apologize
I wasn't calling your name
The shoes he can fill are bloody and out of date, remarkable skill to filter the world through hate
It's no one's fault, we all turn to salt and we
wash away to the sea
I look at you I don't know you I can't see you I can't show you anything...
credits
from This Heart,
released June 19, 2013
Copyright Emilia Cataldo 2013, Produced by Craig Levy at the Little Pioneer Cider House in Brooklyn NY, Featuring Mike Shobe on Trumpet and Dave Keen on Violin