themorningautumn

demos

northern skies

control (final demo)

tide

we shared a chair while watching TV
you sighed, turned and started to speak
but you paused and I swear asked "is this love or one too many?"
here's where I should turn and say
you're wrong because I won't today
who am I to complain
we never talked at all
the window I use to see can't help but
reflect me laugh and say don't be silly
say it's never a straight answer
always philosophy
all these words that don't mean nothing
and here's where I should turn and say
you're wrong but I won't today
who am I to complain?
when we never talk at all
And here's where I should walk away
but I won't do that today
you might as well see what happens
when you don't drink with me

Talk

it's the end of the year
so in health and good cheer
let's pack all grievances away
my days are spent
in the warm accompaniment
as white snow erases the day
I know that christmas is a breath away.
And summers can leave us
but we'll be happy beneath the
strange homes that stand so tall
let it fall
we walked up to church
where a crowd had formed
we sang out a praise in his name
our breath on the wind
exhaled as steam
like a white ghost that lingered in place
a reverb of winter's embrace
I know that christmas is a breath away
christmas is a breath away
and summer may leave us
but we'll be happy beneath the
strange homes that stand so tall
let it fall
and so when it gets cold we fill our homes
we fill our homes
and so when it gets cold we fill our homes
we fill our homes
and so when it gets cold we fill our homes
we fill our homes
and so when it gets cold we fill our homes
we fill our homes
with the ones we love

thequiethero