Northern winds came whistling through evergreens
Like trains
One temper broods until a temperature breaks
And blooms -- smashing and tearing what we've worked toward
One hand will break what the other hand builds
Board the windows up, keep the cellar locked
We'll feign restraint until it's over and settled
Our wills are just as strong as the walls we built for them
I won't rebuild what I have crumbled
I'm tired
Tired
What is faith -- it's been replaced by insurance policies
Once one thing breaks just have it replaced
Like faith... once whistled through the trees
Now so still
One hand will break what the other hand builds
Board the windows up, keep the cellar locked
You never know when little fevers could flare up
For ever day it's calm, there must be be something brewing
There's always something storming through these evergreens
Like trains
Northern winds came...
Northern winds came...
Crashing...
And burning down our wills
Abscense Makes The Day Go Longer lyrics - Cursive
Please hang my raincoat
I guess that I'll stay a while
While I wait on the return
It seems the distance you've made
Has since lost its meaning
Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts
To help quicken this sloth driven day
As I wait, my joints slowly stiffen
They're warning me that something is nearing
Disaster...
Disaster...
Hailstorm...
Memories like fireflies
A green hue of imagery
But much too random to see clearly
And I don't recall much between you and me
Grey and cloudy
This tragedy plays itself over again in my mind
What's my line
Where are the cue cards
Memorize my actions, my discourse
Like a discontented fool...
This just won't do
It's no use
These crushing days
Absence made your heart bruise
You're all bruise
You're all bruise
I guess that I'll stay a while
While I wait on the return
It seems the distance you've made
Has since lost its meaning
Meanwhile, I've meant to ration my thoughts
To help quicken this sloth driven day
As I wait, my joints slowly stiffen
They're warning me that something is nearing
Disaster...
Disaster...
Hailstorm...
Memories like fireflies
A green hue of imagery
But much too random to see clearly
And I don't recall much between you and me
Grey and cloudy
This tragedy plays itself over again in my mind
What's my line
Where are the cue cards
Memorize my actions, my discourse
Like a discontented fool...
This just won't do
It's no use
These crushing days
Absence made your heart bruise
You're all bruise
You're all bruise
Icebreakers lyrics - Cursive
A right at the light
It's the long way home
But we've got a long time to kill
Before our guts are gutted
Of bad blood they've spilled
I left on the light
Directions won't make sense to unsensing eyes
I've such insensitive eyes
I'm so fucking blind
Aren't I?
Or so it seems
But we just can't see anything
Past our sight or frames of mind
Our senses are snowblind
They've left us cold and crippled
Unwilling to reveal our bludgeoned egos
Turn off the light
This conversation's over
The verdict has arrived
There's no communication
When we're too deaf to hear opposing sides
These eyes have no sight past my mind
These senses are so blind
They've left me cruelly crippled
Encased within the ego
Frozen ego
Keep driving
Past the light
Keep driving
Out of mind
Out of sight
It's the long way home
But we've got a long time to kill
Before our guts are gutted
Of bad blood they've spilled
I left on the light
Directions won't make sense to unsensing eyes
I've such insensitive eyes
I'm so fucking blind
Aren't I?
Or so it seems
But we just can't see anything
Past our sight or frames of mind
Our senses are snowblind
They've left us cold and crippled
Unwilling to reveal our bludgeoned egos
Turn off the light
This conversation's over
The verdict has arrived
There's no communication
When we're too deaf to hear opposing sides
These eyes have no sight past my mind
These senses are so blind
They've left me cruelly crippled
Encased within the ego
Frozen ego
Keep driving
Past the light
Keep driving
Out of mind
Out of sight
Pivotal lyrics - Cursive
Strung out on leaving
One leg stretched for the curb
The other one grounds itself against rebirth
So the swallows will stay in the barn
The finches left a long time ago
The fall must be oh so close
I cannot exist in this circumference
I keep a crippled leg on home base
Where I hang my crutches
I’m so weak and needy
My knees are so weak
Crutches keep me from kneeling
I need something I can fall back on
Something to relate to
Something to rotate to, now
Nothing is so far away
And nothing so good can ever stay
Now, could it?
And I know that the stars all have names
Some of them just aren’t as good as others
Some of them are just letters and numbers
Sometimes I forget
That the smallest things can be oh so big
Where’d you hang my crutches?
I’m so weak I’m bleeding
I bleed every week
Crutches keep me from kneeling
And there’s nothing here to fall back on
Nothing to relate to
Nothing to replace you
Now, nothing seems so far down
Down, I’ll shove my foot
Deeper into the ground
One leg stretched for the curb
The other one grounds itself against rebirth
So the swallows will stay in the barn
The finches left a long time ago
The fall must be oh so close
I cannot exist in this circumference
I keep a crippled leg on home base
Where I hang my crutches
I’m so weak and needy
My knees are so weak
Crutches keep me from kneeling
I need something I can fall back on
Something to relate to
Something to rotate to, now
Nothing is so far away
And nothing so good can ever stay
Now, could it?
And I know that the stars all have names
Some of them just aren’t as good as others
Some of them are just letters and numbers
Sometimes I forget
That the smallest things can be oh so big
Where’d you hang my crutches?
I’m so weak I’m bleeding
I bleed every week
Crutches keep me from kneeling
And there’s nothing here to fall back on
Nothing to relate to
Nothing to replace you
Now, nothing seems so far down
Down, I’ll shove my foot
Deeper into the ground
Polar lyrics - Cursive
Anchors down
We've hit the bottom
A vacant resolution
We've always revolved to
But the pivot's loose
The axis is off-centered
Don't look down past your equator
Your balance has transcended your anchor
We've hit the bottom
A vacant resolution
We've always revolved to
But the pivot's loose
The axis is off-centered
Don't look down past your equator
Your balance has transcended your anchor
After The Movies lyrics - Cursive
After the movies
In the parking lot
We stared so long
And you kissed me
With ripe young breath
So I kissed you
One night as forever
In the movies
Well, they never had it so good
One moment
So infinite
On soft wet lips
And I miss you
Are you glad I'm finally gone?
I'm so sorry to hear that
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
Have I hurt you?
I have hurt myself
These sad songs won't change anything
Love as fragile as a wineglass
It should have been forever
Love as fragile as a wineglass
It couldn't last forever
I'm so sorry
It couldn't last forever
I remember how we kissed
One night as forever
In the parking lot
We stared so long
And you kissed me
With ripe young breath
So I kissed you
One night as forever
In the movies
Well, they never had it so good
One moment
So infinite
On soft wet lips
And I miss you
Are you glad I'm finally gone?
I'm so sorry to hear that
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
Have I hurt you?
I have hurt myself
These sad songs won't change anything
Love as fragile as a wineglass
It should have been forever
Love as fragile as a wineglass
It couldn't last forever
I'm so sorry
It couldn't last forever
I remember how we kissed
One night as forever
Downhill Racers lyrics - Cursive
Hold your breath, dear
This ship is going down
We're all downhill
Running with our timebombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up
All my limbs
They're just tools
We're all stilted vechiles
These joints rust
These pores leak
Time gets selfish
Time is SPEED
The sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me.
Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family
It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history
All my limbs
They're just tools
Duplicated, mass produced
Running down
Losing speed
Time escapes us
Timing's everything.
Everything.
Everything... This is the tic in the heart
Everything... This is the beating of the clock
Everything... This is an absent blood clot
Everything... These are the seconds that I've lost
Everything... This is the slow-rush hour
Everything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour)
Everything... This is the slow rush.
This ship is going down
We're all downhill
Running with our timebombs
These shins are cracked and splintered
These lips are crusted shut
These squinting eyes just sting me
These veins are drying me up
All my limbs
They're just tools
We're all stilted vechiles
These joints rust
These pores leak
Time gets selfish
Time is SPEED
The sweetest dreams... have murdered me. They murdered me. They murdered me.
Like the fear of unskilled labor in the nuclear family
It's the nightmare of digression that engulfs a history
All my limbs
They're just tools
Duplicated, mass produced
Running down
Losing speed
Time escapes us
Timing's everything.
Everything.
Everything... This is the tic in the heart
Everything... This is the beating of the clock
Everything... This is an absent blood clot
Everything... These are the seconds that I've lost
Everything... This is the slow-rush hour
Everything's so rushed (This is the slow-rush... hour)
Everything... This is the slow rush.
Ceilings Crack lyrics - Cursive
Passed out in your yard
My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered drone
All my limbs are numb
I've been driving past your house
Been pounding at your door
I know I'm just a peon to you
But I deserve more
Than arrogance
Condolences
My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
And the morning dew... kissed them
Drunk on Bastille Day
Throwing pennies at the broken birds
Scribbling plans on napkins
A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed
My bandages
Stumbled over to your house
I'll sneak in the back door
I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
The argument, the accident
Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent
And my hour is spent
I can't afford it this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford it...
The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
My clothes were soaking in the morning rain
My head's just a bruise, like walking in a coma
Like a battered drone
All my limbs are numb
I've been driving past your house
Been pounding at your door
I know I'm just a peon to you
But I deserve more
Than arrogance
Condolences
My hearts are on the sleeves of my shirts scattered over your lawn
And the morning dew... kissed them
Drunk on Bastille Day
Throwing pennies at the broken birds
Scribbling plans on napkins
A sketch of broken angel wings under your bed
My bandages
Stumbled over to your house
I'll sneak in the back door
I know I've been an asshole to you, but that was before
The argument, the accident
Well, I've heard it's just a matter of time before the hour is spent
And my hour is spent
I can't afford it this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford this time
I can't afford it...
The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
The hour has come for retribution
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
Before this night's done, the wounds will be gone
I'm storming the walls down
I'm storming the walls down
The Dirt Of The Vineyard lyrics - Cursive
Less talk, more dancing
If we could push off the sick conversation one more night
I surely would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard
Have I soiled your gown?
There's soil on your gown, like sangria
Cleanses the heart
Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime
As the big band waltzes on
Your stranded eyes whisper...
"The dirt is out.
I can smell her on your velvet hands."
The dirt is out --
are we stuck in the motions again?
Oh, but was it sweet
In the vineyard
Sangria, won't you bless
The starving lips
Such virgin lips
Would choke on all this grime
I've found some dirt under my nails
I'll scratch and bite until...
The dirt is out
but sangria burns under my skin
The dirt is out --
I thought I'd never wash these hands again
Under my skin....
If we could push off the sick conversation one more night
I surely would
My shoes have gathered the dust of the vineyard
Have I soiled your gown?
There's soil on your gown, like sangria
Cleanses the heart
Our clogged hearts are choking on the grime
As the big band waltzes on
Your stranded eyes whisper...
"The dirt is out.
I can smell her on your velvet hands."
The dirt is out --
are we stuck in the motions again?
Oh, but was it sweet
In the vineyard
Sangria, won't you bless
The starving lips
Such virgin lips
Would choke on all this grime
I've found some dirt under my nails
I'll scratch and bite until...
The dirt is out
but sangria burns under my skin
The dirt is out --
I thought I'd never wash these hands again
Under my skin....
Target Group lyrics - Cursive
There's no use going to Des Moines
I heard it's just like here
I guess it's just like everywhere
As for us, I guess we're not immune
Look at our same plain face
Still I assume this subject identity
Shared with all the kids that qualify
And that's a pretty high percentage to embrace
But easier to clasify
'Cause all my friends are in the same target group
And all of them look like all of you
And they're restless in standstill
But they don't know where to go
They don't know...
I wish
I could dissappear
My unwhole self
Away from here
Away from here... NOW!
I don't want to let it sit around
Just make it go away
Let it cure itself, let it be a cure for us
And if I never leave this hole
Make sure you bury me here with all my dead friends
We'll make a toast to the ones who ran away
Just get me through...
Just get me through...
Just get me through....
I heard it's just like here
I guess it's just like everywhere
As for us, I guess we're not immune
Look at our same plain face
Still I assume this subject identity
Shared with all the kids that qualify
And that's a pretty high percentage to embrace
But easier to clasify
'Cause all my friends are in the same target group
And all of them look like all of you
And they're restless in standstill
But they don't know where to go
They don't know...
I wish
I could dissappear
My unwhole self
Away from here
Away from here... NOW!
I don't want to let it sit around
Just make it go away
Let it cure itself, let it be a cure for us
And if I never leave this hole
Make sure you bury me here with all my dead friends
We'll make a toast to the ones who ran away
Just get me through...
Just get me through...
Just get me through....
Eight Light Minutes lyrics - Cursive
Clad.
I'm wearning thin my invitation.
I'll wear it out
But it's just eight light minutes I'm offering you
We could burn up so close
We could burn to our cores.
Burn to our cores.
I'm wearning thin my invitation.
I'll wear it out
But it's just eight light minutes I'm offering you
We could burn up so close
We could burn to our cores.
Burn to our cores.
Vermont lyrics - Cursive
Staring up at stars
From the back seat of a stationwagon
Carving the night
Trees keep marching by
Light poles blur into a stream
Blazing laser beams
All...
These...
Stars....
My thoughts are trivial pursuits
My heart's a bomb that's been defused
What now?
There's no more use for me
I'm wasting energy
Muscles are weaklings
Thoughts just defeat me
Numbness is effortless
I could get used to this
Driving through Vermont
Overwhelmed by the insignificance
My conscience was my crutch
For a heightened existence
This other wordliness
These...
Schoolboy...
Lies....
I've been deprived reality
Brought up by holy ghosts and saints
What now?
I'm the delinquent here
I'm the contagious one
This heart is hopeless
I feel the numbness
All Hail The Atheist
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
From the back seat of a stationwagon
Carving the night
Trees keep marching by
Light poles blur into a stream
Blazing laser beams
All...
These...
Stars....
My thoughts are trivial pursuits
My heart's a bomb that's been defused
What now?
There's no more use for me
I'm wasting energy
Muscles are weaklings
Thoughts just defeat me
Numbness is effortless
I could get used to this
Driving through Vermont
Overwhelmed by the insignificance
My conscience was my crutch
For a heightened existence
This other wordliness
These...
Schoolboy...
Lies....
I've been deprived reality
Brought up by holy ghosts and saints
What now?
I'm the delinquent here
I'm the contagious one
This heart is hopeless
I feel the numbness
All Hail The Atheist
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
I could get used to this
Dedication To Desertion lyrics - Cursive
Sweating with confidence
They're soiling our egos
And we're locked at the hip
Don't cut the cord too short
You've cut yourself off
I thought we agreed
No limb should be left
So severed and bleeding
What are you missing?
What are you missing?
A truth so disabling
Might blind my starving eyes
But weren't we locked at the hip?
You've cut the cord so short
What are you missing?
What are you missing?
You've cut yourself off
I thought we agreed
But some doctrines of faith
Can be so misleading
So what are you missing?
What are you missing?
They're soiling our egos
And we're locked at the hip
Don't cut the cord too short
You've cut yourself off
I thought we agreed
No limb should be left
So severed and bleeding
What are you missing?
What are you missing?
A truth so disabling
Might blind my starving eyes
But weren't we locked at the hip?
You've cut the cord so short
What are you missing?
What are you missing?
You've cut yourself off
I thought we agreed
But some doctrines of faith
Can be so misleading
So what are you missing?
What are you missing?
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