familiar feelings make me feel old
nothing lasts or so I'm told
i borrow joy like its my debt
i found my smile my day is set
tomorrow's rain can't be that bad
a puddle deeper than the last
hardly comes up to my waist
rising tides finds me no haste

New day new faultline
just like the last time i went home
i was ripe in the sunshine
i felt it cut into my bone

and if that day does finally come
I'll turn my back boy and i'll run
just keeping pace with the looming drought
lucy says to fear the burn
I fear the lesson i'll never learn

New day new faultline
just like the last time i went home
i was ripe in the sunshine
i felt it cut into my bone

The Burnout Bees