lyrics
your better angels
are keeping you from having any fun
you cant play the angles
your focus groups and agents
fool no one
a bell fades a colder
wind of distant use and lost reward
you've been wired into this
desire you can no longer afford
when are you gonna find access?
when are you gonna come clean?
when does that opportunity door fly open?
that old man may need you
the facts have moved to 34th and Spring
a covert operation
at his age might be just the bell to ring
credits
from
Every Pilot's Blinded By The Sun,
released 06 May 2011
Nick- vox, guitar, 12 string, harmonica
Heather- bass, vox
Eric- guitar
Fred- organ, piano
Ryan- drums
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