A half halo of sunlight lingers
Gold semi-circle underneath my fingers
I lift my head, I break like waves again

Velocity under my ribcage
Only half of myself on my best days
I’m in too deep, wake me up from my summer sleep

(Wake me up from my summer sleep)

The bending marble archway
Bled it’s darkness down your dress
The torchlight caught your features
And the power they posses
All their eyes are yours now

A stormfront on the move
They watch your growing shadow 
Carve it’s color through the room
Don’t they, love?

But I saw you at the window 
When the rain had died to mist
A monument of power 
Turning back to bone and flesh

I don’t want this dream
Wake me up from my summer sleep
Wake me up from my summer sleep 

//Produced by Matt Wilbur
Music & Words by James McCurley
Strings Arranged by Aaron Marsh & Matt Wilbur
Mastered by Greg Calbi 
Photo taken by Michael Flores at Mosca Design
Copyright 2015 "Black Pages" ASCAP

Summer Sleep

Speaking the silence, louder than a siren
Can’t you see I’m helpless, even if I’m smiling? 
Fire on my nerves every inch and every curve
Is electrified it’s a blessing and a curse

To be transfixed
Scared that if you take the chance
You’ll find something worth the risk
What if

I was shaking like a struck bell, up until your hand fell
Over mine to guide it through your hair
What do you believe in? Tell me what you see in
Me that pulls these currents through the air

Are you transfixed?
Scared that if you take the chance
You’ll find something worth the risk
What if
Scared the ice is thin
Scared you might fall in
What if 

She observed the stars above her
Black and white meets untamed color
Looking up she starts to wonder
How to count the countless number

But she’s transfixed
Scared that if you take the chance
You’ll find something worth the risk
What if

//Produced by Matt Wilbur
Music & Words by James McCurley
Mastered by Greg Calbi 
Photo taken by Michael Flores at Mosca Design
Copyright 2015 "Black Pages" ASCAP

Transfixed

I can see it like a sway in the sea
Sunrise dripping like honey over us
I can see it when your arms are at ease
Still too young unsure of who to trust

Young blood running under all this glory
Young blood running and it gets so lonely 

When your love is a habit

I want to remember you like this
A subtle glance and a train-car kiss
I can see it in the way you move
You're too sharp, it's too soon

And your love is a habit
It's a habit. //

Produced by Matt Wilbur
Music & Words by James McCurley
Mastered by Greg Calbi 
Photo taken by Michael Flores at Mosca Design
Copyright 2015 "Black Pages"

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