the tv has run out of advice and the people you love got nothing to say but when you ask with a shovel youll find your faith at the bottom of a hole have you seen anything that you would doubt me when you were not the stones were singing youre tapping your pen on the desk your thoughts have found words but your lungs dont have breath so youre wasting all your ink circling lines your mind is a passenger train we are more than what night gives us credit for we were dust now were light father time is a selfish man he runs on schedule and he keeps all of our plans but what happens when i cant fit on a clock ill buy my freedom while i can burn your list find your sight adjust to the night give up hope that youll be right let in the light illuminate the night lighting up the dust floating from my eyes perfect love casts out all fear so i choose the darkness here  theres hope for you yet theres hope for you yet theres hope for you yet theres hope for you yet theres hope for you yet theres hope for you yet theres hope for you yet theres hope for you yet theres hope for you yet
['indiecoustica', 'stomp and holler']