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In Waves

by The Lows

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1.
We sit so patiently Our heads are pointed to the floor I cut your mouth wide These scars will make you smile So you can't fake it anymore Pull this car over, we could drive this road forever But I don't think I'll make it any farther I can see how this will end We sit so patiently Our heads are pointed to the floor I cut your mouth wide These scars will make you smile So you can't fake it anymore The sirens are singing I can hear the hell they're bringing Yet, we keep on driving the nail into this coffin I can see how this will end The truth can be so ugly so lie to me and tell me that you love me And I'll reply "nothing's ever going to work out" Wait, wait, I think I sense a crash Put my teeth on the dash Because I need to taste this mess I need to taste this mess Nothing's ever going to work out
2.
Covered in the night, the streets are winding They invite us in tonight This empty town, it's crooked spines How did we get where we are? How did we let this get so far? I wept as these ghosts passed right through me I must be running on empty Devoured by the night, with it's twisting smiles Its twisting smiles emerging in the light And when my heart stops and my eyes close Who remembers me? Who loses sleep? And who decides where my body goes? It's all I see, it's haunting me The fragile pieces of a memory The dust and fragments that my spirit weaves Have brought me back to the same road Where once we lost control I open up my eyes and breathe before I go This is no dream, it's everything And when my heart stops and my eyes close Who remembers me? Who loses sleep? And who decides where my body goes? It's all I see, it's haunting me
3.
In Waves 05:00
It comes in waves, written on my face I'm not all there I'm nowhere near where I should be Life comes up from behind And strikes at the back of my knees I stumble, I'm nowhere near I fear the day when it all falls in place I'm unprepared I'm nowhere near where I should be Life comes up from behind And strikes at the back of my knees I stumble, I'm nowhere near I can't pick up the pieces of what is left Or let go of the things I should forget This is the end of who I am: A broken, bitter man I could hang my head in defeat Admit the worst got the best of me Where I should be Life comes up from behind And strikes at the back of my knees I stumble, I'm nowhere near can't pick up the pieces of what is left Or let go of the things I should forget This is the end of who I am: A broken, bitter man I could hang my head in defeat Admit the worst got the best of me
4.
Sink or Swim 01:43
I am slipping I am sinking in Opens up and swallows me whole No one's listening No one hears a thing Pulled down by the undertow We sink like a stone in the end
5.
They are the heaving lung Punctured, missing out on something The ring has lost its hold The honeymoon is over Lovers lip-locked with no boundaries Fifteen years under lock and key All they need is a little suffering Something unforgettable, or mildly regrettable And if the feelings reside to deep They'll give up and say they tried it all We are the heaving lung Underneath the wreck Sadly, we'll fail before we take a new breath We just want to stay forever young With no regard for anyone Care enough not to care at all All they need is a little suffering Something unforgettable, or mildly regrettable And if the feelings reside to deep They'll give up and say they tried it all
6.
The sound of everyone feeling something before I became the plague And I lost everyone around me and everything came falling down Pushed my fingers in my ears until they met Sink deeper in this black tide everyday (The noise is so deafening) So now that I can't hear it's like it never left (me alone) Close my eyes and let these waves carry me away I give in, I give in I've lost all of myself I am no more, and I have nothing left to Breathe in deep It's like my lungs are full of lead It's pinning my down to this oceans bed And now it's like everything's falling down on me And the weight on my chest builds and builds It never ends I give in, I give in I've lost all of myself I am no more, and I have nothing left to I'll drift off without a second thought, without qualms I'll give it all away like I had before And I'm cold deep in my core Turn my back leave no expression Though footsteps leave a deep depression Washed away by high tide And it feels just right while I lie I give in, I give in I've lost all of myself I am no more, and I have nothing left
7.
Black Tide 02:11
Instrumental
8.
We were invincible We were the flames that warmed the limbs of the man that got caught in the grip of winters hands Grinding my fists into the wall I should be loosening your teeth Shame on us you fooled us all I have lost control And it's all coming to a screeching halt We're head over heels, gripping the steering wheel The glass, it stings as windows combust around me Bit clean through my tongue Spit out a slew of words that would make no sense Laid face down in it I'm a mess I can't tell you how beautiful this was How I enjoyed the time spent, I'd sooner wire my jaw shut I have lost control And it's all coming to a screeching halt We're head over heels, gripping the steering wheel The glass, it stings as windows combust around me I spill, I pour out everything So all the world can see how full of shit everyone can be And I, I'm not the man I thought I was A horde of insecurities and bad choices buried in my bones and blood It's on the tip of my tongue, all the truths we share Secrets to bear, an opus left unsung Nothing's ever going to work out

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released February 5, 2010

Recorded at Silver Bullet Studios in Burlington, CT
Engineered, mixed & produced by Greg Thomas
Mastered by Bill Henderson at Azimuth Mastering
Additional Production by David Swanson
All music written and performed by The Lows
All lyrics written by Blake Sturchio
Additional guitars by Andrew Ceccorulli
Artwork, layout & direction by Mike Palmisani at Code:Indigo
For photo credits see liner notes
The Lows are Blake Sturchio, Brian Bellitto, James Ward, Jason Grant, and Joseph Longobardi

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