written by Casey Dawson, Nick Golden, and Tom Harcourt
Nick Golden - Vocals
Casey Dawson - Guitar, vocals
Tom Harcourt - Drums, vocals
Matt Giblin - Bass
lyrics
On the river,
one man comes.
He's coming home again
to the ones he loves.
He says a man's past
is not his worth.
And he shivers from the cold
down on the earth.
We never made it to our goal of living free.
Instead we soaked and froze and wished for warmer springs.
But we're brothers and that night we would
detach from all the things that tell us
no, you can't go.
We'll smoke cigars and wear our tweed suits to match.
And Matthias, oh matthias, please let us know.
Why must we wait till the night
to let our thoughts out to wander and take flight?
Cause in our beds and in our heads
we're free to shout out all the things we've left unsaid.
But it's strange to me sometimes we seem so well.
And it's strange to me sometimes how little fear we have
for what's ahead.
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