sometime ago my step mother came down with breast cancer. my father prayed over her every night.
i recorded this somewhat quickly in my garage, as a demo for the other guys. we tried to play this song live and totally destroyed it, but i think most people in the audience we so drunk they didn’t notice. at least thats what i tell myself
Rise + Fall
the sutures are real
but i cant feel what you feel
your steady breath comforts me
your chest will rise and fall for me
the heartache is real
subdues my will
the night air speaks for me
to speak a prayer that i cant breathe
the stillness will swallow our bones
his last words will threaten us home
