There's just nothing there (the silence is growing)
Nothing to see or feel, or nothing to laugh at
All was lost long ago once you pushed the idea
The memories filtered through the now
We know what's been said and the silence's been growing
Hear the emptiness
Maybe anger for caring isn't a fair trade
Maybe the apathy once shown was never fair
I'm wrong, you're wrong
To face it, we'll never admit it
Perhaps I wasn't the best
But I'd never do what they did
Can't think of tomorrow, cause i'm not over today
You said you were mad I was there, and I didn't care
I just wanted to let you know that I could have been there in April
To bike to my good friend's house, do nothing and sit on the couch
credits
from Broadcaster | Shot Not,
released September 10, 2011
Neill Cawley: Guitar/Vox
Tom Hanley: Bass/Vox
Alec Brownworth: drums
Recorded by Alec Brownworth in July/August of 2011
Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering
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