There is a time, is a place, is a feeling you can catch
In your hands, hold it there, pin it down and taste it
Under your skin, breathe it in
Feel the pull the ugly weight
Of the lie sinking in
Drowning you with the rip tide
A good friend once said
"it's that last thing that breaks you"
What if you haven't been broken and the flames
They won't take you
Like air that can't be grasped
Like an iron bar that just won't bend
Or a rock in the riverbed
That is worn away and turns to sand
You say that you are working it out
But all I hear is the crack of a glacier
These wounds twist and tear
But the body won't heal without the mind as well
Thoughts like drifts of snow
Hide our progress and has buried our growth
Like frost on a frozen lake
Too slow is the change, too long is the wait
There is no fire - just the burning of heart in the hand
There is no fire - just the thaw of frozen land
Can’t feel
Can’t touch
Won’t break
Wont rust
Remake these twisted thoughts
Realign these patterns of pain
Cuz I don't want to end up bitter
Don't want to end up worn and drained
Cast away this body
Cast away this weight
Let's shed this frost that binds us
Be reborn in flames
If the enormous guitars don't speak loud enough, Naif is there to make you sit down and shut up. I suggest you do so. HUGE entrance, can't wait for more. Brendan Sloan
Off-kilter country songs with big, beating hearts, the music on “Sword Songs” captures hope and heartache in equal measure. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2017