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This One Last Sunset
i can see the train. it's heading down the tracks.to take you away from me, to take you back.visions of this one last sunset, you're leaving me to stand alone.
how could you leave without goodbye, and leave me staring at the sky? so i'm staring down the train tracks, that took you far away. and suddenly a million things burst through my mind - a million things i want to say. how could you leave without goodbye, and leave me staring at the sky? how could you leave without goodbye, and leave me staring at the lonely crimson sky? the sun is setting down behind the autumn scene, where trees will soon be bare. my heart's been torn to shreds today, but nature doesn't care... would you care? how could you leave without goodbye, and leave me staring at the lonely crimson sky? but maybe... it's what i asked for. how could you leave without goodbye, and leave me staring at the lonely crimson sky? this one last sunset... goodbye.
jer> this was our first good song, or at least in our opinion. it was really weird how easy it was to write. it just kinda happened. the band started playing it and lyrics just popped into my head. it's about this girl i dated in california. we had a really good relationship, but we had to end it 'cause i was leaving. unfortunately i never really said goodbye how i wanted to. so this is me wishing i had ended it differently.
Solemn
solemn // i wait for you in meditation // crimson // reminds me why i'm waiting
// so far // don't know if i'll come back // night's end // seems i'm just repeating
// so please pull me out // car drive // third time past this mailbox // lonely // even with you right here // hurting // but i pray it goes away // faithful // cause i know you love me // so please pull me out
jer> this song is a pretty straight forward prayer fom me to God. it's about wanting to get closer to Him, but feeling like no matter how hard i pray i'm still so far.
New Memories For Old Faces
i remember how you shined on frozen nights down by the pond. your tell all face, your silver smile, your pockets empty in denial. winter's really left me down. thinking of our quiet town. of friends i've left and you the best. friends i've left and you the best. // wasted time in such a wasted life. one forgets the impact of a smile. seems like this signature remark holds us back and we forget who we are. for a while... for a time
// i tried so hard (in my mind) just to crawl back. just to crawl back into your arms. but as my vision clears, i'm starting to see it was never meant to be.//
pardon me for feeling this way. i'm sorry i can't help it. i'm not quite sure you're what i want to come home to. i've reached the point of no return. i've made up my mind. i'm coming back, but not for you.
// i tried so hard (in my mind) just to crawl back. just to crawl back into your arms. but as my vision clears, i'm starting to see it was never meant to be.//
jer> this song is about missing home and all of the people you leave behind when you go away. i've spent a lot of time away from home in the past few years since high school. most of it actually. the lyrics say what was going through my mind as i was realizing that no matter how hard i want to go back to the same people, and the same situations, everything had changed. you can never go back to the way it was.
45
you're fine like a colt 45. cold and exacting. you're pressed to my mind - a love unattaching. this russian roulette's leaving me weary. why can't i say what i feel? waiting for the bullet. there's nothing but steel. i'm standing at a payphone in the rain. just to hear you hang up. i know i'll never be rid of this pain. i'll never be fed up. why can't i say what i feel? waiting for the bullet. there's nothing but steel. i'm standing at a payphone in the rain. just to hear you hang up. i know i'll never be rid of this pain. i'll never be fed up. i'm standing at a payphone in the rain. just to hear you hang up.
jer> 45 is a song i wrote, well the lyrics, while i was overseas. it's about a person who tore me up inside like no one else has ever -- or maybe will ever -- done. but no matter how much this person hurt me, they consumed me, and i couldn't get enough.
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