Sweet Madelene

[Intro: Jack O'Brien & Curtis Roush]
Space is still the place
The weight of weightless faces faces straight
Our dreams are lies replaced
We reach out past the trace until it's gone

[Verse 1: Curtis Roush]
Sweet Madelene
You don’t know my name
Deep as the heat
I can't stay the same
Red hands, suntipped pine
A strange fruit left inside

I will climb my way out
I don’t ever wanna turn around

[Verse 2: Jack O'Brien]
Sweet Madelene
You can let go of your ghost
Fruit from my lips drips on your whipping post
Southern charm, bred of harm
Surrender to the sound so close

I will climb my way out
I don’t ever wanna turn around

[Outro: Jack O'Brien & Curtis Roush]
Space is still the place
The weight of weightless faces faces straight
Our dreams are lies replaced
We reach out past the trace until it's gone