Writing in the purple book
The one you knew I took
I couldn't leave it behind
If somebody were to read, what I did to me
They'd run up the hill to hide

It's crazy the things I'll do and who I'll be for love
And how I find myself every time 
Laying in the beer or the blood

I'm of a lineage
Of those who walk the edge
We're people both low and high
We're not the middle scene, we're not the in-between
We'll write our songs till we die

It's crazy the things we do and who we'll be for love
And how we find ourselves every time 
Laying in the beer or the blood

I've been called an angel
Been called an asshole
I've been the cause of it all
People not on my trip, won't see the half of it
So I can't blame them at all

It's crazy the things I've done and who I've become for love
And how I find myself every time 
Laying in the beer or the blood

Crazy
What I'll do for love
Laying
In the beer or the blood
Of our broken hearts 
And all of our false starts
For those who are worlds apart
We'll write you a song

Thinkin bout the one today
The girl that got away
So sad to leave her behind
I went with what's wrong for me
Followed my history
And picked the one that would hide

It's crazy the things we choose and who we decide to love
And how we find ourselves every time 
Laying in the beer or the blood
And how we find ourselves every time 
Laying in the beer or the blood


Beer or the Blood

I look at my body
I look at the gun
I wonder
Who's the more powerful one?
Then the wind did rise
And she spoke to me
"Right now if somebody'd see, they'd throw away your key"

But under the cloth, I found madness
Under the cloth, I went insane
But under the stars, I am free again
I was everything, at the same time nothing

I look down the breeze
I look up the hill
Speaking so deeply to me
A vibration so still
Then the wind did rise
And she spoke to me
"Right now if somebody'd see, they'd throw away your key"

But under the cloth, I found madness
Under the cloth, I went insane
But under the stars, I am free again
And I am everything, at the same time nothing
At the same time nothing
At the same time nothing

Dust Freq