I asked the sun for its heart
And it said it would if I waited past the dark
So I sang to the moon who promised it'd be soon
Before I saw its light in my arms
 
And in the morning it did rise
And I gazed directly with my eyes
The blinding light sent me back inside
And the sun just said it was my fault
 
It said it was born to burn
And nothing can change that in the world
To love the sun is to love someone
That never lets you close enough to hurt
 
The sun said its better this way
I can't harm you so much if you keep yourself at bay
But I'll say up high and remain by your side
And continue to give you warmth
 
I told the sun that I know
But sometimes I just feel a little cold
And I wanted more than the same return
That it gave everyone that stood below it's glow
 
It said it was born to burn
And nothing can change that in the world
To love the sun is to love someone
That never lets you close enough to hurt 

I told the sun I'd like to be the one
Thats waiting on the hill every dawn
To see it rise and then say good night
When it falls to slumber in the dusk
 
The sun says that it won't last
And it knows that one day I won't come back
And as the sun it can't give all to one
And with that I returned back home

Close Enough to Hurt

Shoe Box

From the album, That One Time by Biblical Proportions.  

Drunk improv with Michael Mohr

Animals Are Dumb

Early Graves

Born Into This

Suspended in Motion

This Room

Stand up, go ahead testify, cleanse yourself, wash out the ghosts from the rafters
I can confess, I've been carrying out dead, but hoping that one would just wake up instead
What walls speak truth in your chapel halls
Do we echo or did you find peace
Searching beneath another soul's sheets, digging through hurt to pull love with your teeth

What doors did this open
What heads will roll
Now the bridges will burn
And faith will be turned to ash in the flame of our actions

Go now, go ahead rest yourself, burrow deep into the grave of the others
There's nothing to save, no past to refrain, just wounds to bleed out in the light of the day
What dark won't heal, scars in a war, a gutter still littered with shame
Pretend that we're blind and stumble through life while trails of our fingerprints lead to the crime

What doors did this open
What flesh can be tamed
To throw in the pyre and burn out my eyes
While I watch it collapse and ruin us both in its path

Killers

Dance the waltz and spin in place and leave a hole they find if they pass over
They're seeing this in Comic Sans while I attempt to write in Good Times Roman
When it's all done I can stand in line and blend right in with all the other loners
And we'll pass the hat and I can leave entranced at the waters I can't swim until I'm bolder

If talking is so cheap then I'll just bet it all again 
I've got more to give than life to live so lets sell it all in bulk and make a martyr

And it starts all over with broken hearts and moving parts that don't fit how they're to be
This aching desire to pry open my chest and pull out whatever that works

I'll spend my worth on this curse and these strings

Raise your glass and let the liquor pass in waves until we feel a little closer
Cause if the truth gets spilled we're climbing chairs to make sure that it won't touch us with its somber
If I drink from wells filled with album sells I'm sure to die before I get through summer
This barren road is filled with bones of people that once called themselves performers

If loving is so free then why did I pay a cost
I sacrificed a happy life to feed the beast that only sleeps with anguish

And it starts all over with broken hearts and questionable nights all mixed in a pile of words
This aching desire to pry open my chest and pull out whatever that hurts
To wake in a room with blood in my throat
And spit out the life that it holds
With nothing left but a bruised pair of lungs
And fingers still broke from the chords

I'll spend my worth on this curse and these strings
Still tangled in hard wires and grief
While strapped in the ambulance the driver screams
Give up on your dreams
But I can't stop


Driven

Live one track recording with acoustic through the pedal board into the Orange OR15.  Condenser in the middle of the room soaking wet with reverb.

Dwayne Williamson

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