Lyrics:

Who said this was love?
It's nothing of the sort.
You've tried to pretend,
But you've fallen quite short.
You should know by now,
You can't fix it all.
You don't have the wherewithal.
And someday it's all bound to fall.

So you'll fall on your sword once again,
But what does that mean in the end?

You're not worth a thing
If this is how you help.
You know when to stop,
Still, you take another step.
A surgeon with a bandaid
Is all that you are,
And that doesn't get you too far.
You know that you can't heal a scar.

So you'll fall on your sword once again,
But what does that do for a friend?

Now your coffee's gone cold,
Your pen is out of ink.
Now you decide
Just to sit in bed and think,
Recalling the times
That you went too far.
There's one for each singular star.
And that's quite a repertoire.

So you fell on your sword yet again.
Tell me, what did that teach you, my friend?

Surgeon With a Bandaid Demo

Lyrics:

To go unbend,
And that way mend
The dented heart of a former friend.
And cry in bed,
Don't rest your head,
No rest until your sad heart's dead
And gone.

Take these painted walls,
These empty halls,
Build up the place that once did fall.
It's all too much,
I've had enough,
This massive change has been too tough
On me.

I want a say in this,
If I've got a price to pay.

Broken dreams,
Empty streets,
It's more than I can handle right now,
And tyrant kings
Tear off my wings,
Well, tell me, do you know
How much I long for home?

Long For Home Demo

Lyrics:

So it's over the hills and it's over the plains,
Off to some place where they don't know our names.
It's on we will go, for a long time we'll run,
Till we find us a place in the valley.

It's hard to leave, but it's harder to stay,
I'll follow you if you go either way,
'Cause you are the sky and the grasses that sway,
You are my place in the valley.

But I'm stuck here, it would seem,
With just my two hands and some dreams,
But I can't make no feathered wings
To fly away.
And Autumn, she has come and gone,
Winter stayed a bit too long,
But Spring is here with better days, she is,
Yes she is.

So it's over the hills and it's over the plains,
Off to some place where they don't know our names,
It's on we will go, for a long time we'll run,
Till we find us a place in the valley.

The trees, they grow full, and the leaves, they grow green,
We'll hide in the branches and never be seen,
We'll feel like we're five at the age of sixteen
When we get to that place in the valley.

So it's over the hills and it's over the plains,
Off to some place where they don't know our names,
It's on we will go, for a long time we'll run,
Till we find us a place in the valley.

Minstrelofthedawn