How can you be so sure of the past?
What makes you think it's gonna last?
How will you know it's gone for sure?
It's gone for sure...

Remember the way you used to dance
Remember the way you'd make her laugh
Remember the way she'd come back home?
Just come back home

I can see you in the garden
The grass beneath your knees has stained your jeans
and you're smiling, just like a baby
and your eyes, they sparkle just like something clean
Something pure
Something real.

How can you make it in this life
with all the secrets that you hide?
How will she know you've loved at all?
Have you loved at all?

Could you forget the gray sunrise
Could you forget your brother's eyes
panicked and scanning whitewashed walls?
They'll kill us all...

They grabbed him with callous fingers
They shot him up with lithium and dread
We watched as they took him away from us
and we started questioning ourselves instead...
Was it our fault?
Was it my fault?

How can you be so sure of the past?
You oughta know it never lasts...
Can you believe it's gone for sure?

It's gone for sure.



Written and performed by Brent Skoda


Whitewashed Walls

I wrote this song in a couple of long sittings from May 28th through May 30th, 2012. It was recorded entirely on an iPhone using the Sonoma FourTrack app. I experimented with a mix of both acoustic and electric sounds, and there is actually a layer of complete radio static that my guitar amp managed to pick up. Comments and feedback are much appreciated. Enjoy!

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