by Restorations

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released August 2, 2016

Produced and mixed by Jonathan Low at Long Pond
Engineered by Matthew Poirier and Jonathan Low
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe, Philadelphia PA.
Cover by Jon Loudon at Random Embassy, Philadelphia PA.


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Track Name: See
This must be some kind of signal
I can barely speak English
You should see me overseas
I’m not sure about much
But I can tell you with certainty
That little screen won’t make you happy

You could still write me letters
We’d still breathe the same air

Then they don’t get to touch you
Or tell you who you’re supposed to be
Or tell you who to love
I felt beautiful and sober
Though I see now that was a bit of a stretch

I heard you downstairs in the kitchen singing those old Ohio songs
Just trying to be simple again
I know I should be sleeping but I’m looking at @hotel_artwork
Oh lord, I’ve been so tucked away

You could still write me letters
We’d still breathe the same air
Just pitch it into the wind
We’d still live forever

Turn it off
They don’t speak for us
To just listen
How I miss it
Track Name: Sea
I’m so damned tired I don’t remember who won
I might have voted but I might have just read that at work
As float above or underneath the ground
I hear the Sunday bells
I hear you sleeping it off

As far from home as you have left to go

Are you high enough?
You know, for when the flood comes
I know I lit the match
You bet I’d lit the filter
“So, pick a side”
You laughed and said
“What kind of choice do you have?”
I took the medicine down
You bet I’d just feel worse

As far from home as I have left to go

Ever feel the pull of the planet?
Dizzy vertigo making angels in snow
I know I’ve got the picture of it somewhere
Flock soldered to North Dakota’s eye
Saw your name on the airport news crawl
I’d forgotten about the war by last fall
Take me out to where the harsh winds know
Pull my teeth from the long dark snow

I want to go out slow
I want to go out quietly
I want to go out slow like we used to be

I don’t know where
But I’m getting ready

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