Loyalties

by Torn Out

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released January 1, 2011

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Track Name: Slow Down
We need to slow down take a look at the trees.
Take a deep breath and get a good night's sleep.
There's a world out there that'll pass us by.
Pass us by like a ship in the night.

Getting up early staying up late.
There's not enough hours in each day.
With an A6 notebook that's one long list.
We never tick anything off.
So much emphasize on movement.
So concerned with self-improvement.
Never put our feet up we never stop.

Friends and girlfriends that we don't see.
I SWEAR WE'LL DO SOMETHING NEXT WEEK.
Easy to say but hard to keep.
And I've let you down again.
So much emphasize on movement.
So concerned with self-improvement.
Never put our feet up we never stop.

Get a job done, then we go and add another one.
Can't bear the thought of standing still.
This year we'll be taking a breath.
This year we'll be doing our best to stop...
Track Name: Snow Hill
Cobblestones beneath our feet
As we walk these Georgian streets
Limestone walls & tourist shops
All of this will outlive us
But we'll keep moving hand in hand
Sweet nothings and exit plans

But we're only as strong
As the flesh that contains us
And we'd all die cracked skulls
On the pavement
The weight of the world
Is on our shoulders
But together, we can hold it

We climb Snow Hill
And we work together
Every step we take is another year
Every step we take is another year
Every step we take is another year
That you'll be mine

She works nights in country clubs
Serving drinks to Tory cunts
I'm all deadlines & G5s
Long long days and red raw eyes
But we'll keep moving hand in hand
Sweet nothings and exit plans

As we get higher the air grows thinner
Tension mounts you can hear a pin drop
But together with commitment
Stumbling blocks ain't stopping us.
Track Name: The Town
When I awoke it was almost dark and I had panic in my heart and a short sharp pain in my head.
On to my feet pull back the blinds this town is just construction sites.
Metal bones and plastic sheets these iron giants never sleep.

This town is far too crowded.
These streets are bowing under the weight.

The more that this town grows.
The more that we all feel alone.