The Holy Mess
The Holy Mess
The Holy Mess
The Holy Mess
The Holy Mess & Tim Browne
The Holy Mess
The Holy Mess
The Holy Mess
The Holy Mess
The Holy Mess
All those words
They led me here
Those 7th chords
They read like maps
They led me here
This closing moment, these passions poised now
To move along downtown
And for the first time I won’t miss them
These lives exasperated with stories long since cultivated
Do you know? Did you care?
This is the end, watch everything fall apart
All those words
They led me here
Those 7th chords
They read like maps
When the specter’s stalking with intent to collect
I'll give up my hands, cracked and wrecked
All those words
They led me here
Those 7th chords
They read like maps