DEAD FRETS - Jess Coast

Jess, let's hit the coast
Run from the things we fear the most
Being gone
Being long
Being turned around
And speaking of fear
We both know we were never here
I'm at a loss
You were never found
That sound is summer stayin'
The lines and colors playin'
A stroke of common ground
A landscape built to bring the heavens down
With notes we never play
We are kindred dear
We document all the wreckage here
And chase the days away
Soon I'll be headed home
Back to the land nomadics know
And this time I'll try
I'll try to be satisfied
And though my love won't cease
It's not encouraging in the least
That no one wants to run
Quite as bad as I
That sound is summer stayin'
The lines and colors playin'
A stroke of common ground
A landscape built to bring the heavens down
With notes we never play
We are kindred dear,
We document all the wreckage here
And chase the days away

Written by:
Jared Stinson

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