Well I pulled down this building, each stone and each brick
And I cleared out the rubble so nothing would stick
I’ve got dust on my fingers and blood in my lungs
I’ve got the sun on my neck and the salt on my gums
Alright
Alright
Whoa alright
And my head keeps on pounding like a forty gallon drum
While my legs start to buckle under the weight of it all
With a rasp in my throat and rust in my breath
As I push out the debris ‘til nothing is left
Alright
Alright
Whoa alright
It was only bricks and mortar
But I built it with my hands
Now there’s an empty patch of gravel where I stand
What was solid stone foundation
Has now drifted into sand
I was once a proud and foolish little man
Now I stand in the centre of the ruin and the fall
Write my name in the dust in a childish scrawl
I lift up my head as the rain thunders down
And it soaks through my chest and into the ground
Alright
Alright
Whoa alright
It was only bricks and mortar
But I built it with my hands
Now there’s an empty patch of wet gravel where I stand
What was solid stone foundation
Has now drifted into sand
I was once a proud and foolish little man
And I trapped my heart
Between Masonite walls
And I lose my love
Every time the wind blows
credits
from Ghost Town,
released September 25, 2014
Nathan Seeckts - Vocals, Guitar
Chris Black - Guitar
Steve Dunning - Bass, Vocals
Mark McLeod - Drums
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