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Bitter Bones
02:22
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Flowers in hand.
Our passing glance
led us both to a warm embrace.
You're always letting me down.
Sorry about the wait.
That cold city night.
The smoke in your face.
Winter brought us together and sealed our fates.
Booze on my breath.
Lust in your lungs.
Disenchanted silver tongues.
Hardness of our hearts.
Defeated broken hands.
The bottles been winking at me again.
Three hundred miles paint your face.
I've been sacrificing sleep for whiskey dreams.
Tounge tied lies speak of truth and
Spring will leave us in ruin.
Your melting eyes still haunt my thoughts.
Built a ship to let it sink.
Building bridges to watch them burn.
You gutted me in the streets of Berkeley.
Burn the letters I sent.
We should have never fucking met.
Au revoir, dear M.K.
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2. |
Tracks Lead Home
03:47
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Woke up on the floor
Burnt out from drinks the night before
Crawled out to the front porch
Couldn't see the sun through the thick city fog
A lit Winston in hand and somethings not right.
You broke the news and broke me down.
It's time to head home.
I heard about the train.
I heard you walked away.
Always so stubborn.
Always so brave.
Found your hat along the tracks.
I had to look away.
This town thrives on bringing down the best
and bringing out the worst.
These eyes are dry, my mouth is worn.
This frail body is tearing at the seams.
I'm tearing at the seams.
If I could drain the damaged marrow from
your bones and replace it with my own, then I would.
I wish I could.
I heard about the train.
I heard you walked away.
Always so stubborn.
Always so brave.
Found your hat along the tracks.
I couldn't face your face.
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3. |
Body Warmth
02:27
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Midnight walks. Moonlit sins.
Past lovers and former friends.
Can you read my thoughts?
Swallow me whole.
Gnaw at my soul.
Spit out what is left of me.
Youth will keep you alive.
Youth will keep you sane.
Youth will ruin you to the core.
The statics reached my throat.
It's creeping up my spine.
We drove so far that summer.
Seems we're drifting apart.
I've always had bad luck at dealing with the worst.
Always had a problem with such simplistic words.
You're leaving town again.
I'm trying hard to grow.
Innocence is dead.
Everythings been said.
I feel so used and old.
I'm bitter beyond my years.
Deny the burdens our futures hold.
To the ones that I've left behind:
The past will eat you alive.
One day, when the moon is full
and the creeks we've paved are
dry with past, we will realize
how lucky we really were.
Ruined to the core.
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