The farce is over
A light reflection in each other's eyes.
Lived half a lifetime but we are tired
And we need to rest.
Its coming up stars
Its coming up golden
We don't have a lot to do with it.
It was in my car
When it was stolen.
I haven't missed it since.
The cop patrolling put his flashlight to my mirror
On a quiet country road.
When the smoke had cleared, when the fire died
Both our cars were towed.
Its coming up red
Its coming up sapphire
I don't have a lot to do with it.
A couple old brides
We're looking for lovers
But all we find are kids.
On a night like tonight even quiet is quiet and
The spurs of the moment are mostly invited.
Because a lie is a lie you can give till you die.
When all the doors are flung open wide
Its coming up short
I'm forced to stay inside.
I'm forced to stay inside, stay inside.
from It Can Kill,
released May 29, 2012
Jordan Banks - Electric Guitar, Vocals
Duane Chew - Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Organ, Vocals
Adam Jahn - Bass Guitar
Tory Kirgiss - Drums, Vocals
John Davey - Vocals