I'm getting used to the fabric
Of the wanting and needing
And all the roots of my mind
That leads me all back to willful retreating
But I'm standing on the ground and
It isn't hard 'till you're leaving
Same situation
You had all forgotten
And led it all back in your willful succeeding
It's all coming back to you
It's all coming back
I never will find it
I never will find you
Well let's just ignore these misdial, ancient bill collectors
And keep filling up
Our phone with their elections
And I must admit to the board of directors
That live in the light of fragile sectors
We're all we have gone
We thought we had a gun
And why
Our lives
We're all we know
credits
from Quarantunes,
released June 23, 2020
Music by Jim Ivins
Lyrics/Melodies by Rob Tomlinson
Rob Tomlinson - Vocals
Jim Ivins - Guitars/Backing Vocals
CJ Singer - Bass
Andrew Dickson - Drums
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