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One day a perfect stranger called out to me by name
And my reply was somewhat shocking and so painfully blase
I'd rather sit in silence than repeat those things again
Rather suffer for a moment than live a life of eternal shame
Oh the things that I could confess
Guilty as a sinner stealing single breaths
And my heart beats drum beats in my chest
Oh the things that I could confess
Guilty as a sinner stealing single breaths
And my heart beats like a drum beat in my chest

CHORUS:
(I am no beginning, I am the end)
I was old wine, poured out into new skins
And typical me, oh I ruined everything
I'm my own worst enemy, but I'm my only friend
I never was the beginning, all I know is how to end

CHORUS 2:
I was old cheese, expired and foul
And the maker discarded me, oh he wrapped me in a towel
Just like Jonah I was thrown into the deep blue sea
And all the fish smelled me coming, and all avoided me

I listen to music and hear that old refrain
Like the twinkling of sleigh bells, or the taste of sugar cane
The sweetness and the sound, snow covering the ground
But I live in Australia where none of this is found
Ah the humidity and the heat, oh still blistering my feet
As I stand on heated asphalt and my souls they start to bleed
But if I worked in an office I'd have a cooler head
Oh but work is just work, a means to make an end

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from Tell Tales​/​Standing Stones A, released January 29, 2015

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