Downhaul - Architect
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VOICE OVER: Joe Pacheco
WRITTEN BY: N/A
Downhaul Indie Rock band from Richmond VA, with "Architect" from their debut album "Before You Fall Asleep"
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Lyrics:
Without a touch of disrespect
Could someone tell the architect
It's all coming down
Put together wrong
You built it up too tall
And now you can't get it back
And I'm burning up
Over all these little things
Like the way your voice still rings
As I try to sleep, each night
And it's bad enough
That I wake up sicker every morning
Knowing you won't check up on me now
And you don't
Even in my fever my dreams
Your conscience drags against the seams
That I just can't unravel
You tied it up too tight
Now every almost every night's
Another tangle that I can't handle
And I'm trying to get back
To the things, I loved four years ago
But they just seem to ring so hollow now
And it's been a long time
Since I had to truly stand on my own feet
And try to prop myself back up
And I can't
Cause I'm trying to rest, just to rest
Already foreclosed my chance to dream
Which is for the best, it's for the best
Cause I've been splitting at the seams
And I still can't level
With the odds of meeting you when I fall asleep
Where I can't hide, my eyes have dried
It's just this tempest in my chest
So I stay awake, knowing you wait
With all my twisted memories of what we had
My recollection still won't serve me in the end
As I try to filter, things that happened
From what I built them up to be in my own head
The architect of all this sordid tapestry
And I can't
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https://downhaul.bandcamp.com/
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https://twitter.com/downhaulband
https://www.refreshrecs.com/artists/downhaul
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Lyrics:
Without a touch of disrespect
Could someone tell the architect
It's all coming down
Put together wrong
You built it up too tall
And now you can't get it back
And I'm burning up
Over all these little things
Like the way your voice still rings
As I try to sleep, each night
And it's bad enough
That I wake up sicker every morning
Knowing you won't check up on me now
And you don't
Even in my fever my dreams
Your conscience drags against the seams
That I just can't unravel
You tied it up too tight
Now every almost every night's
Another tangle that I can't handle
And I'm trying to get back
To the things, I loved four years ago
But they just seem to ring so hollow now
And it's been a long time
Since I had to truly stand on my own feet
And try to prop myself back up
And I can't
Cause I'm trying to rest, just to rest
Already foreclosed my chance to dream
Which is for the best, it's for the best
Cause I've been splitting at the seams
And I still can't level
With the odds of meeting you when I fall asleep
Where I can't hide, my eyes have dried
It's just this tempest in my chest
So I stay awake, knowing you wait
With all my twisted memories of what we had
My recollection still won't serve me in the end
As I try to filter, things that happened
From what I built them up to be in my own head
The architect of all this sordid tapestry
And I can't
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