Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Michael Gordon
Guitar
Thomas Adam Barnett
Vocals
Trevor Zemstef
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cliff Fields
Songwriter
Thomas Adam Barnett
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Thomas Adam Barnett
Producer
Lyrics
You told me once, you brought me here
To be a social worker not in fear
You ripped my heart
And took the blame
So now I won't ever be the same
Your heart is paper my heart's a flame
Guess we both end up in pain
Just walk with me, just talk with me, I'll show you what I'm offering
We made love in the skies, we fell to the earth
We settled in the dirt and the leaves like a blanket
The warmth and the force when we landed dangerous
Deep two-handed, it's white ice skating
Shivering, shameless, it froze on explosion
Eagles only feast on the food of opponents
Moonstruck, it's got its nose wide open
Aerial displays of our food trucks floating
Aromatic, aerobics in motion
Intimate behavior, our neighbors are smoking us out
St. Francis and the Savior, they hold when we drown
Keep your nose to the ground, we've city council officials
With mouths to the whistles, dousing elixirs and clown teeth
Cheesing, no beliefs in accounting
I've been a critic to the system
Shouting scavengers, stepping out of line
Outfit too big, they rip another
Spine off the book too cold
I wonder how it all turns out in the end
I'm picking up the coins out the brook till they fold
Run as fast as you can with your shoes tied
Two times I've told you, rest while the moon is high
We replenish what we do find
You told me once, you brought me here
To be a social worker not in fear
You ripped my heart
And took the blame
So now I won't ever be the same
Your heart is paper my heart's a flame
Guess we both end up in pain
Written by: Cliff Fields, Thomas Adam Barnett