Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
February EP (2011)
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Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
January EP (2011)
Carefully cut the wire and wait.
Life is a series of narrow escapes.
A loose thread that we must pull.
The birth of religion
In the challenge of the unknown.
But all desperation
Leads to a fork in the road -
We live for understanding
Or for control.
So very carefully we'll cut the wire and wait.
With one eye closed,
We'll draw back,
Catch our breath and let go...
Time is the string in between
The arrow and the bow.
If there's one thing we've learned
As our pulse returns -
Timing is everything.
If life is a series of narrow escapes,
We're shifting our weight
In this tightrope ballet.
We're down to the wire.
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
December EP (2010)
On your mark, get set... A million miles past the finish line
My heels lift, at this imaginary starting line.
The trigger slips; my heart was racing well before it's time.
Time's running out, it's always running out on me,
as the road up ahead disappears.
Though it's all been said,
and this empty dictionary is all that's left,
I'll try to change the world in a single word.
My hands are shaking, ready or not.
Invisible ink well it's all I've got.
So I'll concentrate and pick from these barren trees.
'Cause time's running out, it's always running out on me,
every road I discover disappears under my feet -
some call it reckless, some call it breathing.
Have I said too much, or not enough? Is it overkill or is it giving up,
just to measure out the distance of an echo's reach?
If it's all broken mirrors and a chance roll of the dice,
then I'll risk for a glimpse of accidental light.
'Cause time's running out, it's always running out on me,
and every road I've discovered disappears under my feet -
some call it reckless, I call it breathing.
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
December EP (2010)
The branches have traded
Their leaves for white sleeves
All warm blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe
Scarves are wrapped tightly like gifts under trees
Christmas lights tangle in knots annually
All families huddle closely
Betting warmth against the cold
All the bruises seem to surface
Like mud beneath the snow
So we sing carols softly
As sweet as we know
A prayer that our burdens will lift as we go
Like young love still waiting under mistletoe
We'll welcome December with tireless hope
Let our bells keep on ringing
Making angels in the snow
And may the melody disarm us
When the cracks begin to show
Like the petals in our pockets
May we remember who we are
Unconditionally cared for
By those who share our broken hearts
The table is set
And all glasses are full
The pieces go missing
May we still feel whole
We'll build new traditions in place of the old
Cause life without revision will silence our souls
Let the bells keep on ringing
Making angels in the snow
And may the melody surround us
When the cracks begin to show
Like the petals in our pockets
May we remember who we are
Unconditionally cared for
By those who share our broken hearts
As gentle as feathers
The snow piles high
Our world gets rewritten and retraced every time
Like fresh plates and clean slates
Our future is white
New Years resolutions are reset tonight
"Snow" community-made M/V
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
November EP (2010)
Death is promised to the bee who's sting protects the colony.
Was it's life worth nothing more than honey for the queen?
Life is a branch and it is a dove, handcrafted by confusing love.
Sign language is our reply, when church beels make no sound.
In hollow towers and empty hives, we craved sweetness with a fear of heights.
Was it all just a grain of sand in and hourglass?
The smartest thing i've ever learned is that i don't have all the answers,
just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows,
a speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.
Death is a cold, blindfolded kiss.
It is the finger pressed upon our lips.
It puts an unwanted emphasis on how we should have lived.
Life is a gorgeous, broken gift.
Six billion+ pieces waiting to be fixed.
Love letters that were never signed, sent to where we live.
But the sweetest thing i've ever heard
is that i don't have to have the answers,
just a little light to call my own.
Though it pales in comparison to the overarching shadows,
a speck of light can reignite the sun and swallow darkness whole.
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
October EP (2010)
You were carved out of the sea
Watermarked by your ancestry
In a tug of war between the tide and me
What felt like loss was a victory
Cause you were swept ashore like bottles holding prayers
You were carved out of the earth
Safe and sound in your second birth
Gravity has tied your ankle to the shore
As a lighthouse tamed the endless ocean war
Against the calming light our silhouettes are changing shape
The stories you've been told have made you brave
Such inheritance was formed within the sand
Like the shells you gather in the safety of your hands
Dive in with your eyes closed
For the life you were born to claim
And the water will be paralyzed
By the courage you contain
And the flutter of your earnest heart
It will fill the silent seas
And all will be restored in your memory
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Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
October EP (2010)
Oh, our futures were written with crayons in coloring books
It was misspelled and outside the lines and we loved how it looked
Like the crooked hem of your favorite childhood dress
And the holes in my jeans from years of carelessness
I know since we've grown, we ache for those memories
Honestly, nothing's even compared to you next to me, next to me
When the words came to you for the first time, you knew you were hooked
And the pride that you felt at the last page of your first book
And the bravery I forced when I sang to an audience of three
Well, it took a million wrong notes just to find a single melody and key
I know since we've grown we plea for clarity
Honestly, nothing's ever made sense til you were next to me, next to me
If time is money, then I'll spend it all for you
I will buy you flowers with the minutes we outgrew
I'll turn hours into gardens, planted just for us to take
I'll be reckless with my days, building castles in your name
Since we've grown, we long for concrete things
Honestly, nothing's felt so sure than when you were next to me, next to me
So lets cut down the red tape and gather up the pieces of our youth
Cause there's nothing in this world we can't fix with some scissors and glue
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
October EP (2010)
You spend your whole life
just to remember the sound
When the world was brighter,
before we learned to dim it down
Call it survival, call it the freedom of will
Where breath is our own,
our compass needle standing still
Our resignation
only comes on beaten paths
When the world was flat we dreamt of ...
If love's elastic, then were we born to test it's reach?
Is it buried treasure or just a single puzzle piece?
It's poison ivy beneath our brave and trusting feet
All revelations come to us in recovery
Cry wolf, cry mercy,
cry the name of the one you were raised to believe
Cry heart, cry yourself to sleep,
cry a storm of tears if it helps you breathe
It helps you, if it helps you breathe
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Christmas Collection (2009)
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Christmas Collection (2009)
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Storyboards (2009)
When all of the pieces align,
When the balance is clearly defined,
We'll sigh and we'll settle down
For the first time
But held in museum display,
Time pulls us further away.
And when we rebuild it,
All of the details fade.
Into the tide,
Where the sun fills our eyes,
Only silhouettes
Will remain in the place
Where our rare bird of grace appeared.
In our pale imperfect light,
Our palms will stabilize,
And your brightness
Will close our heavy eyes,
And we'll dream with you.
We'll dream with you.
When we awake, we are left
With the eggshells inside of the nest
And the promise that one day soon,
It will come back to us...
When we reach into the night,
Where the water will rise,
Your wings will unbend.
In your brilliant display
All out worries will wash away.
On pale, imperfect eyes,
Chandeliers rely...
And the brightness will
Weave lace out of light
When we dream of you.
In our pale, imperfect light,
Our palms will stabilize,
And the brightness
Will close our heavy eyes,
When we dream of you.
We'll dream with you
"Chandeliers" Live at Exit/In in Nashville, TN 11/06/08
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Storyboards (2009)
A single voice
In an ocean of constant noise,
But somehow our ears were trained
To recognize when we hear you call our name.
Side by side,
Every movement was memorized,
Choreographed before
The schools of fish were born.
Their patterns and plans align,
All in a glorious effort to survive.
There is no language for what we've seen,
Only the sweetness that bends us to our knees,
And all of these fumbling words
To explain what it means,
But out hearts were buried deep in the sand.
The sea unlocks
Like the lid of a music box.
It shivers with foreign sound,
As long as the gears stay wound
The whales will sing their song
All in a glorious effort to be strong.
There's no need to be afraid,
Overwhelming love cascades.
The melody will rise and swell
As it finds its way inside the shell.
The mouth is a mirror,
The mouth is a mirror,
The mouth is a mirror.
We must watch what we say.
There is no language for what we've seen,
Only the sweetness that bends us to our knees,
And all of these fumbling words
To explain what it means,
But our hearts were buried deep in the sand
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Storyboards (2009)
So slowly I'm losing
who I've sworn to be.
a promise in pencil
I've spent my life building walls
brick by brick and bruise by bruise...
a birdcage religion that whispered me to sleep.
but time is spinning silk
that coils ruthlessly;
with the devil's patience,
it binds my hands so quietly
that soon it becomes a part of me.
so soften these edges and straighten out my tie.
and help me remember
the hope that i have compromised.
please be a broken record for me.
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Storyboards (2009)
Only the eyes of owls can be seen here;
they are the stars, they radiate.
and every constellation
is a fraction of God's DNA
that we were made to notice and navigate.
as the moon commands the tide
to balance the weight of change,
we must learn to follow all the same.
when the northern lights were born,
the color poured into our eyes,
like tipping a glass with the ocean inside.
into the darkness,
we will send our symphonies -
a shorthand of existence,
a slowly turning key,
the voyager will leave us
with this modest memory of home.
when the sunlight wakes the earth
from its deep sleep,
all creatures bloom.
and through lifted lashes, all is new.
as a newborn recognizes
its mother's voice from inside the womb,
may we remember the warmth of our youth.
the overture was written,
like the calm before a storm.
with hummingbird precision,
we must follow every chord...
time-lapse reveals a slight of hand,
it unties the rules of time and plan.
stillness is only a state of mind,
a blind spot that brightness has left behind.
wet paint is a privilege that we will find.
as the wrist of an artist
pulls the foreground into the frame,
we must learn to focus, all the same.
all these restless conversations
have tied a string to every living thing,
and our illustrations will draw them near
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Storyboards (2009)
All this to say,
our future is a blank page
that we chose to pour ourselves into
when God pressed play.
and we'll drag our pens
into these parallel lines
to record and to articulate
everything we find.
as decades unlace,
we'll pause and carefully trace;
our shadows are puddles of ink
that our memory saves.
layer by layer, the framework was formed
on an epic of paper:
we breathe to explore.
fast-forward motion
will gracefully show
the flickering story
that all of our sketches unfold.
before we were born
God gently told us the truth,
but understanding is something that stops
as our bodies bruise.
so we'll concentrate,
constantly rewinding tapes.
was the ghost just a glare on the lens
that our minds create?
our minds create...
when God pressed play.
layer by layer, the framework was formed
on an epic of paper:
we breathe to explore.
and fast-forward motion
will gracefully show
the flickering story
that all of our sketches unfold.
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Maybe the soul is the soil that holds the fallen seed,
Or the light pouring down in between the rain clouds,
Daring life to reach;
Or maybe it's the rings in the trunk of the tree,
A birthmark time will leave
To measure the past.
But we can't dream when we're wide awake
Or fall in love with a heart too strong to break.
Faith is expensive to taste,
And time is borrowed loose change
That's already been spent.
Maybe the soul is the tone of voice
That unearthed the words that we needed...
Maybe the soul is a suitcase that holds the backup plan -
A collection of keys and the patience we need
To start again.
Maybe it's the thresholds that swallow us whole
As we learn to let go,
In spite of the dirt on our clothes
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Storyboards (2009)
You carved our initials
Into these family trees.
But when the branches are bare and broken,
Love is so hard to reach.
We've learned to brace for the worst
And to read the last pages first,
Surrender feels safe.
Maybe the soul is the soil that holds the fallen seed,
Or the light pouring down in between the rain clouds,
Daring life to reach;
Or maybe it's the rings in the trunk of the tree,
A birthmark time will leave
To measure the past.
But we can't dream when we're wide awake
Or fall in love with a heart too strong to break.
Faith is expensive to taste,
And time is borrowed loose change
That's already been spent.
Maybe the soul is the tone of voice
That unearthed the words that we needed...
Maybe the soul is a suitcase that holds the backup plan -
A collection of keys and the patience we need
To start again.
Maybe it's the thresholds that swallow us whole
As we learn to let go,
In spite of the dirt on our clothes
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
the aftermath
is cracked wood where fences stood
and the broken bones of our childhood.
in our trembling fear,
we put words inside God's mouth.
we cover our tracks
and get so proud of ourselves,
we get so proud of ourselves,
we get so proud of ourselves
when we get away.
i believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong.
we'll realize when it's said and done, said and done,
that in our words we've lost so much more
than we've ever won.
it's in our nature to complicate,
but in the end it's the casualties
that carry all the weight.
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Storyboards (2009)
When we were young
our words were innocent
whiter than snow,
awkward and slow.
now when we speak,
we risk an avalanche.
but that's not enough now
to reroute our plans.
i believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong.
we'll realize when it's said and done, said and done,
that in our words we've lost so much more
than we've ever won.
is cracked wood where fences stood
and the broken bones of our childhood.
in our trembling fear,
we put words inside God's mouth.
we cover our tracks
and get so proud of ourselves,
we get so proud of ourselves,
we get so proud of ourselves
when we get away.
i believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong.
we'll realize when it's said and done, said and done,
that in our words we've lost so much more
than we've ever won.
it's in our nature to complicate,
but in the end it's the casualties
that carry all the weight.
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
탈퇴멤버
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Storyboards (2009)
If only worry could make it change,
suddenly our world would take new shape;
on miles and miles of green screens
love hangs on invisible strings.
so roll up your sleeves,
this could take some time.
everything waits on assembly lines - but not here.
in the emergence of plan,
we'll be surrounded by hands.
the storyboard outlines our escape
and second guesses will be erased;
on the cutting room floor
everything falls into place.
if only our futures could be tamed,
suddenly our past would have no say.
and in the emergence of film, pouring overhead,
our bodies relearn how to feel.
and somehow the screen embodies every ideal
as the orchestra so sweetly reveals,
and the background artist carries us there...
the conflict compliments repair.
we're all on the edge of our seats,
we're all on the edge of our seats
until the end.
"Green Screens" M/V
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Keep No Score (2006)
I’ll make you mine if you would have me.
With a silver ring that will hug you tight,
Our life begins.
Our life begins with this.
I’ll prove my love if you would let me.
Over and over and over again.
We’ll bring a child into this world
And we’ll say the one thing
Everyone should hear:
You were meant for amazing things.
Give me your hand, it’s time.
It’s time to show new eyes their home.
When fences divide our land,
I would catch bullets with my bare hands.
Because you were meant for amazing things
"Umbrellas" Live at the Valley Forge Christian College on 4/5/08
Fall Tour 2006 Part 1
Fall Tour 2006 Part 1
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Keep No Score (2006)
There are wires in between
Human heart and machine.
I will wait for mountains
To tell me you’re okay…
On paper my future will lay.
I’ll fold every failure into a crane.
Trust is quicksand,
Claiming everything I have,
All to give me life, all to give me life.
Slow down, hide your eyes!
The sun is setting fire
Through glass, branches deep.
I cough only to breathe.
Trust is quicksand,
Claiming everything I have,
All to give me life, all to give me life.
One thousand more to go,
I’ll send every prayer from below.
I was swallowed by a whale.
Slow down, you’re all words
And love is made of yarn.
Scissors,
A slip of the hand, a slip of the tongue;
God knows I meant no harm, I meant no harm.
In between every promise and lie there is a kiss.
In between tempers and suitcases there is a kiss.
In between medicine and the sick there is a kiss.
In between arrows, aim, and release, there is a kiss.
(Anchors in reverse
Lead us back to birth.)
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Keep No Score (2006)
Why is it impossible now
To trace every echo
Back to its birth?
Why is it impossible now
To kiss every fever away?
Behind every wall that surrounds us.
It takes a lifetime
To pull the bricks away.
Why is it impossible now to know?
(Is this the way to understand?)
With the weakest of ears
We'll try only to hear
The sound of our voice,
Louder than fear of waking up
Alone.
Let conversations carry
The unraveling of skin.
The ink will pour an answer
In children's handwriting.
If all words are cameras,
Hold still.
Shutters slide to unveil
Fingerprints of angels
And a language made of film.
With surgical precision,
We'll cut every piece into order.
And beneath soft faces,
We'll climb halfway to God.
Why is it impossible now to know?
(Is this the way to understand?)
Why is it impossible now
To trace every echo
Back to it's birth?
엔지니어 Bjorn Thorsrud (Smashing Pumpkins, Zwan, Dandy Warhols 와 작업)
새로운 믹서 John Goodmanson (Blonde Redhead, Death Cab for Cutie, Sleater Kinney 와 작업)
Boston’s historic Longview Farm 스튜디오(Rolling Stones, Aerosmith).
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Keep No Score (2006)
We are volcanoes, making new land,
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
Natural killers perfectly planned,
But all is entirely out of our hands.
It’s out of our mouths and into the ground.
Wake up, wake up
I think the worst is through...
We are surrounded by color and life
And we don’t even know it.
We are volcanoes, making new land,
Transcending borders with seeds in our hands.
Natural killers perfectly planned,
But all is entirely out of our hands.
Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
Forcing focus on light that we hold inside.
We are volcanoes, levels of light.
We’re bleeding an ocean of permanent life.
The blush of our anger could bury the sun,
But the pulse of untamable progress has begun.
Death is the only thing that makes us alive,
That brings us to life.
Wake up, wake up.
I think the worst is through…
The light that we hold must be buried -
Buried to bloom.
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Keep No Score (2006)
Put your coat on, this city trembles.
Keep your chin up, as you untangle God
From cold blood and bruises.
We are X-rays of something broken.
Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:
An orchestration Of dissonance and innocent surrender.
When our color dies,
We will bury the ashes of time,
And we will earn new eyes.
Wrists get tired rewriting futures.
Our bodies beg us to be creatures of habit.
We are creatures of habit.
Only with careful hands
We’ll turn their fangs into feathers and cures.
Only with careful hands
We’ll divide the prisoner
From the pioneer.
Clever beauty,
Umbrellas folding.
In architecture, our lines will measure
A map to find us.
Blue ink will guide us home.
Cranes are creeping, lifting metal,
We will find new ways to settle,
Tipping scales from the killer to its prey.
I can feel the weight around us,
Climbing every rib inside us,
A sanctuary in a lion’s mouth.
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Keep No Score (2006)
As our hearts lay sleeping,
As our bodies rest,
The Heavens open up for us.
Put down your weapon, child,
And close your eyes,
Because you and your enemies
Are innocent tonight.
I never wanted you,
I never wanted you to go.
There’s a voice inside your soul
That resonates through your skin and bone,
Up through the blades of grass,
Underneath the feet of God’s only son.
The war that you’re fighting
Has already been won.
I just want to survive with you by my side.
With you by my side, I just want to survive.
Crooked mouth, quiet down.
Let your fists come undone.
Miscarried love will be reborn.
When we sleep,
The devil’s arms are tied.
The war that we’re fighting
Has already been won…
I never wanted this,
I never wanted this to go away.
I never wanted this,
I never asked for it,
I never meant to let it go.
I just want to survive with you by my side.
With you by my side, I just want to survive.
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Keep No Score (2006)
On tree branches
There are birds instead of leaves.
All at once, they lift through trees
To reveal the unseen.
A blindfold of wings
Held us from perfect sight,
While saving unready eyes.
All will be loved when living is hell.
We’ll cry dead leaves to grow.
In broken English,
Arguments igniting fires,
We’ll sing in off-key choirs
Of an ageless rebirth.
After feathers disappear,
Our bodies will heal and repair.
Sent down in envelopes,
A white sea of dangerous hope.
Arms overflow with the weightless flood of words,
Perfect ears let truth be heard,
And we will learn to let go.
We will learn to let go.
We’ll pull each letter one by one,
Every ribbon comes undone.
Our little eyes and little souls
Will now be strong enough to hold
The divorce of need.
Explanations breathe for us.
On paper waves we sway.
Our bodies get lifted away, outside of space.
We’ll send down the envelopes,
The forest resets in hope.
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Keep No Score (2006)
When the world welcomes us in,
We’re closer to Heaven than we’ll ever know.
They say this place has changed,
But strip away all of the technology
And you will see
That we all are hunters,
Hunting for something that will make us okay.
Here we lay alone in hospital beds,
Tracing life in our heads;
But all that is left
Is that this was our entrance and now it’s our exit,
As we find our way home.
All the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us into our end,
Where we begin to understand
That we are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of it.
“You were a million years of work,”
Said God and His angels, with needle and thread.
They kissed your head and said,
“You’re a good kid and you make us proud.
So just give your best and the rest will come,
And we’ll see you soon.”
All the blood and all the sweat
That we invested to be loved
Follows us into our end,
Where we begin to understand
That maybe Hollywood was right:
When the credits have rolled and the tears have dried,
The answers that we have been dying to find
Are all pieced together and, somehow,
Made perfectly mine.
We are made of love,
And all the beauty stemming from it.
We are made of love,
And every fracture caused by the lack of love
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Keep No Score (2006)
The headlines talk
Of sadness and new risk.
Life is deadly,
My finger’s to your lips.
We’ll send the world in reverse.
Love is tension and thrill
That begs to be ours.
We are diamonds waiting to be found,
Catching light in the corners of our eyes.
We are diamonds waiting to be found.
We are the hunted,
We are the shining northern lights.
We are the nervous,
We feel our hands becoming vines.
We’ll dream in color tonight.
Love is tension and thrill
That begs to be ours.
There are cities inside of everyone:
Life within life,
The trembling in our voice.
When I look into your eyes
I see the tip of an iceberg.
When I look into your eyes
I see that love is an iceberg
That throws us into the sea.
We’re walking on the ocean floor,
Feeding sharks out of our hands.
We are diamonds waiting to be found,
Catching light in the corners of our eyes.
We are diamonds waiting to be found.
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Ghosts (2003)
So close,
yet barely breathing,
My responses are weak.
Though my eyes are shut tightly.
May I see you brightly.
Handshakes and fake smiles
Always make me nervous...
Close the door,
Plaease, close the door.
We rise and fall
From you.
Climb, climb, climb...
We fall.
may w learn from
The signals of our past,
The sharpest words we cast
And begin again.
I can hear their voices
Through the walls of this place...
This cold, cold place
We rise and fall from you,
We rise and fall far from you.
So close, Yet barely breathing,
My responses are weak.
Trace these fingerprints, closely now
And they will form what you're looking for.
We'll make new prints once more.
yet barely breathing,
My responses are weak.
Though my eyes are shut tightly.
May I see you brightly.
Handshakes and fake smiles
Always make me nervous...
Close the door,
Plaease, close the door.
We rise and fall
From you.
Climb, climb, climb...
We fall.
may w learn from
The signals of our past,
The sharpest words we cast
And begin again.
I can hear their voices
Through the walls of this place...
This cold, cold place
We rise and fall from you,
We rise and fall far from you.
So close, Yet barely breathing,
My responses are weak.
Trace these fingerprints, closely now
And they will form what you're looking for.
We'll make new prints once more.
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Ghosts (2003)
In this sea of change, understanding is our shore
I disappear....with no control
The current is strong, my arms are weak
But you are the branch within my reach
Though I cannot catch my breath....
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place,
I'll never reach my place
The current is strong, my arms are weak
But you are the branch within my reach
In this sea of chance,
Understanding was swept away
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place
With everything I have, I reach out my hands
There's nothing to give
I seem to have no direction, I have no control
No way to know where currents pull
All the weight of my intentions
Are making it so hard to breathe at all
I see in you, coastlines reaching out
When there's nothing left to reach....
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place
I disappear....with no control
The current is strong, my arms are weak
But you are the branch within my reach
Though I cannot catch my breath....
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place,
I'll never reach my place
The current is strong, my arms are weak
But you are the branch within my reach
In this sea of chance,
Understanding was swept away
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place
With everything I have, I reach out my hands
There's nothing to give
I seem to have no direction, I have no control
No way to know where currents pull
All the weight of my intentions
Are making it so hard to breathe at all
I see in you, coastlines reaching out
When there's nothing left to reach....
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place
Pull me back to shore
I'll never reach my place, I'll never reach my place
Ryan O'Neal : Vocals/Guitars/Keyboards
Dan Perdue : Bass/Keyboards
Chad O'Neal : Drums
Ghosts (2003)
If you listen just right, you can almost hear it
The symphony of secrecy, life, and fear
(the search for love, but finding fear)
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
To the beautiful ghost
That true love sheds.
We all are running our very own races,
Set upon the most dangerous of places.
Are through it all,
We are left with a void in our chests,
We're aching to fill
The doves come to gather our every need,
They lift them up to Heaven
Through the mouths from which we speak.
God will you help us understand the meaning of it all?
Will you send your angels down to us at our every call?
Sometimes it seems the world is passing us
Faster than my eyes can adjust.
I can't decide if I'm living or I'm dying,
So I test your love and I test your love,
I test your love.
The doves come to gather our every need,
They lift them up to Heaven
Through us now....
The doves come to gather our every need,
They lift them up to Heaven
Through the mouths from which we speak.
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
To the beautiful ghosts
That true love sheds.
The symphony of secrecy, life, and fear
(the search for love, but finding fear)
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
To the beautiful ghost
That true love sheds.
We all are running our very own races,
Set upon the most dangerous of places.
Are through it all,
We are left with a void in our chests,
We're aching to fill
The doves come to gather our every need,
They lift them up to Heaven
Through the mouths from which we speak.
God will you help us understand the meaning of it all?
Will you send your angels down to us at our every call?
Sometimes it seems the world is passing us
Faster than my eyes can adjust.
I can't decide if I'm living or I'm dying,
So I test your love and I test your love,
I test your love.
The doves come to gather our every need,
They lift them up to Heaven
Through us now....
The doves come to gather our every need,
They lift them up to Heaven
Through the mouths from which we speak.
Like a moth to the flame we become helpless
To the beautiful ghosts
That true love sheds.
