Somebody lend me their throat
These are words I cannot sing
They sting like needles on my tongue
I part my lips and don't say anything
Would it kill you to take my hand?
I can't do this all alone
Can barely walk can barely stand
I'm a far cry from a rolling stone
Through unfamiliar eyes
My own must seem sad
To those who can't hear the music
The dancers are all mad
I've got some splinters in my mind
See it rolling on the grass
The blades they lick as I go past
Not sure what I'm hoping to find
I knew this one some years ago
She held my head up in her arms
Protect me from hurt and harm
Just what she's doing now
Or why the words taste sour
Or how the white noise got so loud
I wouldn't know
Through unfamiliar eyes
My own must seem sad
To those who can't hear the music
The dancers are all mad
I'm trying to get back
What my sense seem to lack
And I don't even know
Which way's home
credits
from White Lies and Promises,
released April 7, 2023
Written by John Castaldo and Christina Maida
Acoustic guitar, lead vocals: Christina Maida
Keyboard, backup vocals: Brian Hayman
Viola: Darcy Hargadon
Electric guitars: Jim Skehan and Justin Freidus
Electric bass: John Castaldo
Drums: John Gallagher
Recorded and mixed by Tom Gardner, Rift Studios NYC
Mastered by Mike Kalajian, Rogue Planet Mastering
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