These forefronts we have failed to hold
These landmarks we will find
Won't mean a damn thing
They won't mean a damn thing to you and me

And so I'll go around
Flying across dark clouds
I'll keep my head up
Just high enough to fall back down

You'll see me
You'll watch me fall
I'll land on my feet
Just to fall to my knees

I'm sorry
But not for what you think I should be sorry for
I would rather rust than fade away,
Live as loud as possible
Then fall into dead air

And the truth only comes out when you're dead

Love, is a wound that no one can heal
Death, is a memory that no one can steal
I'm so calloused I can touch but I can't feel
I can't feel
At least now I can truly breath, I don't need your crutch I can walk on my own
Now I know, I've got my own storms to weather, and stories to tell

These stories to tell, I don't want you apart of them


from Stories to Weather and Storms to Tell, released August 7, 2015
Written and Performed by Ornaments
Lyrics by A.Gesa & A.Scrio
Recorded/Mixed/Mastered by Mike Watts and Kevin Dye at
Vudu Studios - Port Jefferson, NY
Artwork and Design by Mike Ramirez(@mikeramirez)
Released by Heads Up Records


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