Watershed

thiscausticautumn

Track 10 on the LP, Novella Minor, this is the opposite outlook on the same subject as the title track, hence the opposite intention in their respective names. I think they were written back to back; lyrically at least. Frustrating times, resulting in 2 lovely slices of youthful angst. hahahaha. If you have time, be sure to check them both out, to complete the saga.
Happy trails,
Rain.

Watershed
It seems we came for the same reason, Much sought after tranquility.
recognize the inflection and take from it what you will.
With your new Sunday’s worth of impurity to satisfy the subtraction,
you bend to show gratitude.

Through your stubborn veins the past has been ploughed,
has changed its name again and grown quite fond of the sound.
No one will ever know…

Except for that last little setback, everything else tasted fine.
There’s never been a better time to do away with old knives.
Still wreaking of havoc, there is no other way to define.
stuff the holes, plan a relapse. as for the rest, you decide.

so you came for the virtue to this, the last breath of dawn.
They’ve never deserved you so much as right now.
it’s good that we glad we get along.

no one will ever know.
there’s no place like home.
no one will ever know.
you’ll get away with it.

I’ll get away with this. You’ll never know.
I’ll get away with it, with nothing to show.
I’ll get away with this. there’s no place like home.
I’ll get away with it. I’ll get away…..

With stolen pains the new past has vowed
to change shape and chase after you now.
Through stubborn veins the past has been ploughed,
has changed shaped and grown attached to the sound.

No one can ever know.
I would rather swallow my own fucking soul.