Can machine have heart or brain?
Can it turn a phrase, empathize, or
lie when it's in pain? Flash the world
a cryptic grin to camouflage disdain?
Every day is the same.
If I could just show you how the
machine behind my eyes deciphers
codes and breaks them down,
you'd understand more deeply why
my eyes stay on the ground,
or why I'm shutting myself out.
O, if it wasn't for the way I paint my days
all blue and grey, well there's something
in the shade that feels like home to me.
Would I be okay if it wasn't for the way
I paint my days all blue and grey?
Well there's something in the shade
that feels like home to me.
But I think I'm ready to let go.
Thought I saw the way, but the path
was paved with words I hoped I'd
never say. Hide them all away.
I'll wait here for the right time,
I'll just wait here for the right time.
I'll just wait here for the rain.
Every drop reminds
me of my ordinary pain.
The kind I can't explain.
I'm waiting for the right time.
I'm still waiting for the right time.
But it never came and now
I'm left wondering
who else I can blame,
'cause I can't seem
to point my finger straight
at anyone but me.
I was waiting for the right time.
I was waiting for the right...
From the furnace to the fire, my back
on the pavement and a murder on the wire.
They cackle and conspire.
A hundred hungry crows pick me clean,
while wind howls through the hollows
of my naked bones.
I think I'm ready to let go.
released February 17, 2016
Matt Plummer - Recording/Mixing