1. |
The Blinding White
05:36
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I'm standing outside in the rain
I don't know if I have a home
I can hear my own heart beat
freezing skin on through to bone
Lead me where I'll fall
(I went to where you lead me to)
Left without a call
Where everything is just as it's meant to be
no man-made falls or tragedy.
Tell me everything that you ever wanted to.
And leave me to be with my roof of ice
to wait out the storm in the blinding white
and live in this home that I've made to start anew
Face to face we both stand
it's the way things have to be
The birds above are taking house calls
my best friends checking up on me
Lead me where I'll fall
(All your words were the hardest to follow)
Left without a call
(Set aside all the rest for tomorrow)
Lead me where I'll fall
(I went to where you lead me to)
Left without a call
Where everything is just as it's meant to be
no man-made falls or tragedy.
Tell me everything that you ever wanted to.
And leave me to be with my roof of ice
to wait out the storm in the blinding white
and live in this home that I've made to start anew
I took myself up to the ledge
the only place to see the end
I knew I had to start again
the life I knew was all pretend
I took myself up to the ledge
the only place to see the end
I knew I had to start again
the life I knew was all pretend
Lead me where I'll fall
(I went to where you lead me to)
Left without a call
Where everything is just as it's meant to be
no man-made falls or tragedy.
Tell me everything that you ever wanted to.
And leave me to be with my roof of ice
to wait out the storm in the blinding white
and live in this home that I've made to start anew
I took myself up to the ledge
I took myself up to the ledge
I took myself up to the ledge
I took myself up to the ledge
I took myself up to the ledge
the only place to see the end
I knew I had to start again
the life I knew was all pretend
I took myself up to the ledge
the only place to see the end
I knew I had to start again
the life I knew was all pretend
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2. |
Too Late to Fix
04:23
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I'm afraid it's come to this
and I'm afraid you're too late to fix
to fix my broken words now
A few years was all it took
all it took to make all of us
we go our separate ways now
Sitting here with all my time
just watching all the days go by
they go by so much faster.
Old memories are all I have
all I have, so I try to make them last
last a little longer
So I'll try once more, again.
And I hope that this won't be the end
False hopes keep me sane
they calm me down when I start to think
I think of what we had now.
Giving up is not the case
I've stared failure in the face once before
and you will see us fight it.
Cause we'll try again and again
and we hope that this wont be the end.
Cause we'll try again and again
and we hope that this won't be the end.
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3. |
The Vacancies
04:49
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Well we're swatted down like a fly in the air
and we all got the bug, but nobody could care.
There's a reason why we can't see these lines
she's a devil's child, makes it hard to hide.
Oh I go away into the night
legs just can't keep up with the fight
So I'm stopped by every twist and turn
back away from the city as it burns
I'm slowing down for a moment
to think back when it all began
one step forward, two steps back
to when it all began
So now, I'm feeling fine
the empty road is far behind
the vacancies I wished to be
to stare at the ones who are living my dream
I'm losing touch cause all I see
is faded now, a memory
the days in the dark, strike up the band
for the last of its calls that we'll understand
Oh I don't know where someone would go
if they missed out on their dreams and goals
by the way they act I've got to believe
that the weak, old bastard's still stronger than me
Can't I just ignore complacency?
Make a better life at the cost of me
but it's all a bet, no one can say
I'll be the first to admit, I will miss these days.
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4. |
Another Line
04:11
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6. |
Ready
04:49
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7. |
Under the Rug
02:43
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On Call Chicago, Illinois
Hello, we are On Call, a duo composed of two friends. Grew up in the south Chicagoland area listening to alternative-punk rock and other favorites. This is our first full production with just the two of us in a home studio. Hope you enjoy the music, there is more to come! ... more
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