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1.
call me if you need a friend if you're looking for an ear to bend call me when your broken heart is on the mend call me when the sun goes down and there ain't another soul around call me when you climb too high and i'll talk you down cause it's hard feeling blue sometimes and it's hard when your fruit keeps dying on the vine but wherever you roam however far you stray from home you'll still find me on the end of that line you watched your love turn to rust just like everything you touch one by one let 'em all fade to dust now your days pass you by and in a blink of your dark brown eyes you got cold, you grew old before your time call me when your skies are grey when you can't get out of your own way call me even if you ain't got much to say call me when you're on your back when your train is coming off its track call me when the night looks blacker than black cause it's hard feeling blue sometimes and it's hard when your fruit keeps dying on the vine but wherever you roam however far you stray from home you'll still find me on the end of that line you watched your love turn to rust just like everything you touch one by one let 'em all fade to dust now your days pass you by and in a blink of your dark brown eyes you got cold, you grew old before your time call me up on your last dime if you're looking for some peace of mind we can sit and reminisce about our better times
2.
your dreams were as big as this house is small the room where you slept, the end of the hall huddled together through thick and thin a hole in the roof where the rain creeped in now we stand together or we fall apart holding the pieces of our broken hearts i ain't your diamond in the rough i ain't no emerald for your crown and you can dress me up and show me the town but if you set me up to fail then i can only let you down and you've got no one but yourself to blame when the flame burns out now i'm digging a grave for the best laid plans the good intentions that slipped through our hands and you're looking grey a shade or two more than you did back when i met you so save a prayer and i'll raise up a glass to toast the dreams that never seem to last i ain't your diamond in the rough i ain't no emerald for your crown and you can dress me up and show me the town but if you set me up to fail then i can only let you down and you've got no one but yourself to blame when the flame burns out
3.
we were just paper cut-outs side-by-side on a chain we were just paper cut-outs crumpled by the hands of fate torn and tattered folded-up and tossed away inside this still-life painting all the colors are grey inside this still-life painting nothing ever seems to change hung by a broken window where i still live to this day but i'm not sleeping with the light on anymore and i ain't waiting for you to come back home cause all you are is just a line in a song you're just a memory of a memory now in spite of all you've stolen you left behind this heart of mine in spite of all you've stolen i still think of you sometimes traded the glow of the stars for the glare of these city lights but i'm not sleeping with the light on anymore and i ain't waiting for you to come back home cause all you are is just a line in a song you're just a memory of a memory now
4.
here's to the dead and to the living here's to the ghosts that haunt your dreams here's to the towns and to the cities here's to the places in between here's to the plans that come unraveled here's to the dreams that don't come true here's to the prayers left unanswered here's to the faith that we outgrew here's to the bridges that we burn and the lessons that we never learn the ones we tried to save and the ones that got away here's to the truth we hoped to find that keeps us searching for all of our lives and the messes that we made that we're taking to our graves here's to the promises we've broken here's to the luck that's all run out here's to the lies that we believe in here's to uncertainty and doubt here's to the sun that shines above us here's to the moon that glows at night here's to who we are in darkness here's to who we are in light here's to the bridges that we burn and the lessons that we never learn the ones we tried to save and the ones that got away here's to the truth we hoped to find that keeps us searching for all of our lives and the messes that we made that we're taking to our graves
5.
lover please do not forsake me do not ask me what's in store let us wander never knowing what may wash up on these shores let me lay in your shadow on the banks of this old river let us walk beside still waters that i may never stray no more let me sleep among the sparrows nestled deep in willow branches till the blue bird in early april wakes us with his mournful cries my mind is restless like the ocean with thoughts that roll out like the tide like ghost white clouds in late december dilute the bluest western skies draw a map from your your pocket to where they laid my tired bones 'neath the weeds and fallen leaves, dear over sea and under stone daisies growing in your garden once were gold but now are grey cut their stems in late september go and place them on my grave

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This EP was recorded & mixed by Ben Knox Miller at the Columbus Theatre in Providence, Rhode Island and mastered by Dave Drago at 1809 Studios in Macedon, New York.

Produced by INFJ & Ben Knox Miller

Words & Music by Scott Thompson

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released January 20, 2015

Hayley Simmons: lead & harmony vocals

Scott Thompson: acoustic & electric guitars, bass, organ, rhodes, mellotron, creaking chair

With help from:

Matt Raskopf: drums

Michael Samos: lap steel

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