hey , prisoner of sound, what are you finding new
in the things that you've already found
time after time, night after endless night
days you spend in the flattering light
there is no wall, trying to hold you back
but there's no sense in letting it go
knowing what you know.
down in the town of your youth
you are searching for truth
among people who lie to themselves
pretending you've always been somebody else
but what is there to do?
tomorrow will be the same.
for years you've been in love with the peace of the morning dove
its harmonious songs from above
your life is a show, but that white bird becomes a crow
and when you realize you have nowhere to go
you'll escape without saying goodbye
to the cycling chances
the enchanting illusion of home
you know that you've grown
and that miracles never come.
but what would you say if i asked you to stay with me?
i've heard your prayer, and i beg you to let me.
but oh, child of glass, you're letting the moment pass
without asking what it might become
don't try to run, i'm coming with open arms.
from The Book of Winter Fireworks
released July 12, 2012
Lucas William Hale VanScoy: Vocals/Acoustic Guitar
Jared Phelps: Electric Guitar
Stephen Phelps: Bass Guitar/Keyboard
Tim Oakley: Drumset/Percussion
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