We’re all drowning slowly in the air we breathe. But tonight, the air’s much thicker.
The moment was inevitable when you’d push me into the water. I’m struggling to catch my breath at the will of your hands.
Rip me away.
Don’t waste your time growing old with us. Chicago’s not so big anymore.
I’m dying for the days when you’d rip me away. Chicago’s not so big anymore.
Somedays it gets better, and I know it gets worse. But I’m breathing in this poison, and one day I’ll die of course.
Mouths used for speaking, hands meant for shaking. And what they all promised me is what the world keeps on taking.
Hop on a train, and take me away. Cause it can’t get much better than this.
credits
from Calendar Year,
released February 14, 2012
All songs written and recorded by Having Antlers.
All songs mixed and mastered at Black Oak Studios by Jim Zarembski II.