The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter & Manchester Orchestra
The Dear Hunter & Manchester Orchestra
The Dear Hunter & Manchester Orchestra
The Dear Hunter & Manchester Orchestra
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter & Naive Thieves
The Dear Hunter & Naive Thieves
The Dear Hunter & Naive Thieves
The Dear Hunter & Naive Thieves
The Dear Hunter & Falling Up
The Dear Hunter & Falling Up
The Dear Hunter & Falling Up
The Dear Hunter & Falling Up
The Dear Hunter & Naive Thieves
The Dear Hunter & Naive Thieves
The Dear Hunter & Naive Thieves
The Dear Hunter & Naive Thieves
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
The Dear Hunter
Track #3 on the original Violet EP.
The narrator is reminiscing about a lost love, who left bitter memories all around him in the form of her items and smells. The entire song–from the terse, tapping piano and violin notes to the imagery of a filthy, run-down home–sets a clear mood of drunken stag...
[Verse 1]
Pages burn on a porcelain plate
The smoke fills the air
As if all along it was our fate
Our fate that brought you and I near
Green shag carpets damp from last night's beer
You signed your glass with a kiss
The scent of lipstick everywhere
Now it rests on a water stained chair
[Pre-Chorus]
And the last remaining pieces of you
[Chorus]
Dirty on the ground
And nothing left to be found between us
Struggling to relive those moments lost
[Verse 2]
You lost a bet when you met me dear
But I thought I won the lottery
The smell of smoke still in the air
Last night proved how wrong I'd be
[Pre-Chorus]
But the last remaining pieces of you
[Chorus]
Dirty on the ground
And nothing left to be found between us
Struggling to relive those moments lost
Lost and dead on the ground
With nothing left to be found between us
Breathing in one last breath
As I inhale the scent of you
[Bridge]
Stale cigarettes and red wine residue
A haunting suggestion of you
On the tip of my tongue
[Chorus]
Dirty on the ground
And nothing left to be found between us
Struggling to relive those moments
Lost and dead on the ground
With nothing left to be found between us
Breathing in one last breath
As I inhale the scent of you
Too Late was written by Casey Crescenzo.
Too Late was produced by Casey Crescenzo & Max Tousseau & Mike Watts & Scott Justynowicz & Steven Haigler.
The Dear Hunter released Too Late on Tue Jun 14 2011.