another missed connection, another wasted night alone
another hour until the sunrise comes and turns us back to stone
so pour another round and make it stronger than the last
and maybe this time i won't finish mine so fast
i'd tell you that i love you like i've never done before
but it's harder now that nothing lasts forever anymore
and nothing i say matters cause not a word is true
but there's no one here to tell us what to do
another night to nullify the nothing that i find
another morning picking up the pieces in my mind
another cup of coffee before i start another day
and i know there's gotta be another way
'cause i don't need another night of names that i'll forget
don't need another number and another numb regret
until another winter sinks her teeth into my skin
then i'll find another new way to begin
so light another cigarette to slow my racing heart
'cause we can't burn down the world tonight, but it's someplace to start
and if i lit another candle everything might be alright
but i'd rather curse the dark than spark a light
cause there's another whispered secret that i didn't need to know
another day to get my shit together before i have to go
and then another month of sundays till i'm back this way again
but i always end up back here in the end
cause we always sing the same old bitter song when we rejoice
and i'd sing another verse but i've already lost my voice
but i'll be back again tomorrow night to sing another song
and maybe next time i'll try not to sing it wrong
yeah i'll be back again tomorrow night to sing another song
and maybe next time i'll try not to sing it wrong
credits
from Sundays,
released August 30, 2008
jake gold: piano
max horwich: acoustic guitar, electric guitar, harmonica, vox
max lavine: drums
sam moss: violin
ben seretan: bass, banjo
A musical exquisite corpse that I contributed to, organized by an incredible band. All proceeds go to COVID bail funds in NY and Philly. Sewing Machines