Strung out on a limb, teetering like a leaf in the wind.
You taste like home but you're just a phase.
Coming down, gentle as mother's hands, she let's you out-shuts the door as soon as she can.
Can't decide if only for memory's sake.
What's gone is gone, recapturing lost cause,
the air like a saw, we know what's wrong,
the sight too strong, to care much at all,
breaking and entering, criminals do no wrong.
We sign a mark for a contest of thieves, losers, I bet, always forget to breathe, they sew their failures onto a skin sheath, we know what's wrong; it's the bait that talked.
from Ruby Salt Egret EP,
released April 30, 2014
Thomas Ostie - Guitar, Vocals
Eric Silver - Guitar
Mason Rogers - Bass Guitar