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Black crow, perched on a wire
Calls out the names of the demons I've known
And his voice echoes onward
Deep in my heart, through skin and hard bone

I feel a ghost
Inside my lungs
Telling me to run

I want to feel young and hopeful
But no spark inside me will ever catch fire
When I die, I fear that I'll die alone
If I lose my grip on the people I've loved

To be a ghost
Oh to be alone
With nowhere left for me to go
I fall back to your arms

With every day, with each long night that passes by
I feel my ghost, my fears fall into place


from Future Self, released May 10, 2011



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Debut album "Future Self" out now via Barsuk records.

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