These lies were built on sand
When we made our last stand
You flicked me like a cigarette
blind-sided by the light
ash in my eyes
It pays to have foresight
I'm on my guard all the time...
Refrain:
Then you open your mouth a spitting image of you
Burnt bridges. I love you. But I'm tired. Burnt Bridges
Your adolescent groans
In a glass house throwin' stones
and you've shattered every window
I've never been a fan
It's tattooed in my hand
Driftin' no sign of land
It's hard to be the bigger man...
West Virginia country-folk singer-songwriter Trae Sheehan aims to find a balance between the traditional and the modern on his new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 29, 2020