You're shaking bad in your sheet
convulcing like you didn't eat
you don't know what's more scary,
your door open or closed.
Do I look like a dead body?
your jumping jaw asked me (?)
with the funniest smile I've ever seen
your soul was coming out your eyes.
Piles of clothes and photographs
fill the floor where I collapse
the walls grow blue and
I'm trying to lift my head.
Now I'm dying in this living room
my stomach turns to sand
yeah, why do I fight the good times
like I'm sure that I'll be damned...

and I fear what I've done
means I've lost what I love

Hardwood floor carry sounds
carry slow to my ears
it's the words I can't recognize
but I'm trying hard to hear
cause my eyes can't find the things
that they're looking for down here
and brown leaves are covering
another wasted day this year.
The lights strung out across the yard
remind me of a time when I tried
to be a light, ya know, god I try to shine.
But the cross seems so high tonight
and glory I can't find.
Oh could you tilt in so you're leaning down
or would you pull me back inside...

and I fear what I've done
means I've lost what I love

So carry me home
to the door beneath the sand.
So carry me home
to the sounds of angel bands

He was so strong, he was so bold
when they made him, they broke the mold
if he heads this way, when the moon is slow
Come over and pray...
they'll turn the buffalo
they'll turn the buffalo

There's a need to sleep
in the shag of his stomach
slide around his eye
with your love in tow
if he heads this way
don't you say hello
Get out of the way
they'll turn the buffalo
they'll turn the buffalo

Our town
our town
do love a stampede
Stampede by my old jacket in the park
Someday I'll pick it up
look for the label and whisper

Tilt
ain't got no no no
Tilt
got none at all
Tilt
ain't got no no no

A mother waits
as still as the moon light
Standing in long grass
with her cold cold nose
What she feels so deep
she will never show
Baby don't you weep
they'll turn the buffalo
they'll turn the buffalo

Our town
our town
do love a stampede
Stampede by my old jacket in the park
Someday I'll pick it up
look for the maker and whisper

Tilt
ain't got no no no
Tilt
got none at all
Tilt
ain't got no no no
not at all

We all find ourselves,
In honour of the good cause.
How empty we've become,
With our sight to be the true force.

Does every instinct say you're right?
I think sometimes there is doubt.

You're waiting for a re-run,
But yesterday won't come.
Want to relive the moment,
But yesterday is done.

Lies and desperation lead us through
as we're trying to be heroic,
I swept the world to watch you manage.
Take a step back, I'll tie you to it.

You're waiting for a re-run,
But yesterday won't come.
Want to relive the moment,
But yesterday is done.

Hopes and prayers in pursuit of salvation,
Take a short cut, it only bends our cause.
But as far as I remember,
There is nothing that will get back the days you lost.

Does every instinct say you're right?
I think sometimes there is doubt.

You're waiting for a re-run,
But yesterday won't come.
Want to relive the moment,
But yesterday is done.