Two acoustic guitars, some synth doodling and a bit of percussion.
THAT 'SOUND SUCKS ALL THE FUN OUT OF WAKING'
That sound; solemn and desperate.
The determination of man; relentlessly stubborn.
Call it the waves crashing or the pitiless sand.
You get what you want and it's nothing at all.
Still you find yourself waiting all over again.
If there's nothing worth waking for there's nothing at all.
Took too long today, took too long these past ten years.
Not that we're in any hurry, just should have been there already.
Fucked up makes fucked up if you are or if you're not.
You get to the point where the influx of things that go right
have got to pile up good before there's a turn of the tide.
Wanting the hope real of immunity other than death.
