sleepless, playing a left-handed guitar in his uncle's rec-room and trying to think of how that's a metaphore for something.

Patricia looks up at the night sky and replies, "My father says that almost the whole world is asleep - everybody you know, everybody you see, everybody you talk to. He says that only a few people are awake, and they live in a state of constant, total amazement." - Joe v. Volcano.


i feel faceless
like i'll dissapear
but let me remember this
i need to be here

he's looking right through me
the day your ghost gave it up
my father cries, "oh lord please remember
please, god, just get up"

there's truth in every word
i should have listened
i should have listened more
there's joy in letting go
i should have listened
i should have listened more

i heard my father singing
with pain in his voice
"let the bones you have broken
cry out and rejoice

"let the one who cries longest
feel comfort at last
let us cry out for morning
because the long night has passed

"oh god please have mercy
son of david, be moved
give me eyes to see
come soon, lord, come soon

"because i feel like i'm failing
even while you move close
sometimes your spirit
feels cold like a ghost"

there's truth in every word
i should have listened
i should have listened more
there's joy in letting go
i should have listened
i should have listened more