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Faithless Prayers Pt. I

by Amish Rage

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will she leave me in the aisle? i guess i'm worried she's still looking for a place to run. the curve of the earth bends enough to break this boat, but we're not sinking. every candle meets its end. it doesn't matter how tall you stand or where your chips might fall, so we burn our paper tigers. we pray our wick's no fuse facade. we're still afraid we're frauds. make up your mind or start running... cause it's never too late to change. i've made up my mind. i'm not running.... cause it's never too late to change.
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please don't go you're the only thought that's still on my mind i'm ready to make this place my home won't you lie beside my fading side cause in this moment, i feel so alone we could crawl out on the roof in the twilight how i long to see the city lights let's go out and paint the town tonight i'll be fine if you'll be the one who holds me when i hit the ground cause it's time to hold my head up, face my fears, and make you proud and it's time to give up on the feeling that i let you down when it's time, i love you it's alright i don't know if i'm seeing stars, but you've got a halo you should know that you've given me the moon on a flagpole i'll be fine if you'll be the one who holds me when i hit the ground cause it's time to hold my head up, face my fears, and make you proud and it's tigh-igh-igh-ighme the shadows and the chandeliers the shards of glass it's crystal clear it's time i love you it's alright
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when you get so old you think you've seen it all take a look in the mirror you might just fall on backwards meanwhile, the belly of the universe is smiling at me fat as a pig in a stickle factory i fall backwards i fall backwards i fall backwards i fall backwards i fall backwards

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for when i waddled through your life like a toddler on a tantrum. for when i dawdled at your doorstep after you'd invited me into the darkest corners of your heart. i was hardnosed to pull it all out under the sun. when i should have stepped through your door instead of blaming the threshold. when you were looking for a hand to hold that wouldn't stab you in the back. when you were window and i, a knife.

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released May 1, 2021

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Amish Rage Portland, Oregon

Searching for truth in whatever clothes it wears.

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