Cheek pressed to window, as dim lights fly by.
I see your face it's always in the back of my mind.
Am I drunk again?
Does it even matter?
Filtered air is all we'll ever feel.
I dialed you from a phone that said, "no outbound calls today."
You never tell the truth.
I just deal with it in my own way.
Always left in doubt, and never showing progress.
These hardened soles are searching for some solid ground.
It's so invasive, living in these borrowed times.
We don't tell each other how to mend our minds.
No we don't care where we're gonna fall tonight.
Produced by Jesse Gander of Japandroids & White Lung, the latest from Philly’s Fire in the Radio is full-throated rock & roll. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 6, 2020