1. |
Understand
03:45
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call it what you want
call me when you can
if this feeling lasts the night
could i make you understand
that sometimes words are lights
and sometimes talk is cheap
it shines through just the same
all the holes burned in the sheets
girl what would it take
to take back what i said
it wouldn’t change a thing
but it wouldn’t matter yet
you’re convinced i’m wrong
because you think that you’re right
could i make you understand
if this feeling lasts the night
say it isn’t so
say it’s just a bluff
if i ever find the nerve
could we ever call this love
sometimes i can’t find the words
sometimes they hunt me down themselves
and burn a hole in me
the dust along the shelf
can we figure this one out
can we call a heart a spade
could you look me in the eye
would i look back anyway
you’re convinced we can’t
that we can only hurt
but i think we could call this love
if i ever found the nerve
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2. |
Victory Lap
05:57
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i dont know where you are im just trying to sleep alone
i dont care who you are i just needed to be on my own
i stopped writing songs i stopped popping pills
i stopped waiting for a feeling that i couldnt kill
and now im half out of this maybe i will
maybe i wont
i dont know where you are im just trying to sleep alone
maybe all i really needed was just one more night
to scare the hell out of me and make me leave on the lights
i stopped running away i stopped asking to stay
roll the windows down and watch them all fly away
in the rearview mirror on the interstate
all my life
maybe all i really needed was just one more night
but i braced myself i raised myself i chased myself until my legs grew tired
i got my way and i lost my way i tossed away all the glow left in my wires
now what else am i but the tread on the tires and the long way back
out of control on my victory lap
i dont know who i was i just know that im not the same
i dont care if you care i just needed to say your name
i stopped dropping hints i stopped making the bed
underneath the covers with a flashlight to my head
drawing blanks and writing words i never wouldve said
just to to say em
i dont know who i was i just know that im not the same
maybe all i really needed was just one more shove
to teach me how to swim and to teach me how to keep my eyes shut
i stopped taking deep breaths i stopped fighting the waves
they said they come and fish me out one of these days
they mustve snapped the punchline when i took the bait
just because
maybe all i really needed was just one more shove
ill just doubt myself and drown myself thats how i found myself when my legs grew tired
when i got my way and lost my way i tossed away all of the words hung on the wires
those oil slick rainbows dont deserve to catch fire
theres beauty in the things that hurt us last
and if its alright with you then i think its worth us trying
you can rest your head on my victory lap
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3. |
Waltz
05:02
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the fog has dropped
on the parking lots
and that tree is wringing its hands
november throws
all the warmth in your bones
through the notes of an old baby grand
and you dance like you've never danced
the window shakes
in the wind all day
and it screams through the cracks in the wall
the tongue don't turn
the wood don't burn
in the room at the end of the hall
and you waltz like you're scared to fall
the lights are low
and the clockface broke
but the bells are ringing again
the years mid-way
through the picture frame
the debris of an once honest man
and you dance like you wanna dance
the curtain shut
in the parlor dust
another glass of what's left on the wall
the siren song
of an old telephone
but no one answers the call
so you waltz like you have it all
so you waltz so you waltz
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4. |
Xmas Lights
03:34
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the fires gone and the mantles weighted down
by picture frames and candles half blown out
the tree is in the window and dinners on the stove
faces on the screen of those out in the cold
the anchor says to me a rising tide will lift all boats
when it's hard enough to stay afloat
the kitchens closed the nightshift winding down
with christmas lights and memories half burned out
daddy's getting angry and mamas got her bags
she caught the only train that was moving down the tracks
the whiskey getting sour with his hand upon the latch
when it's hard enough to take it back
the street is bare and the ice builds on the ground
the town is full of pockets half turned out
the choirs singing dirges and the bells scratch up the door
those old toy cars keep turning round another empty store
and all the feelings in you spilling out onto the floor
when it's hard enough to say you're sure
it was hard enough before
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5. |
You Can Call It That
03:14
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so tell me who you are if youre not who you were
right now in this light i cant tell you from her
so kiss me like you mean it like theres no looking back
this aint love but you can call it that
baby theres a reason i dont call you baby anymore
nails on the back like the nails in the door
lets not talk about it lets not linger on the past
this aint love but you can call it that
maybe i made a mistake
maybe im just another memory you made
maybe i got used to being used way back
this aint love but you can call it that
so tell me who we are not just what i am to you
girl you know theres only so much air in this room
so kiss me like it matters like we’re dying too fast
this aint love but you can call it that
baby theres a reason you dont keep me around
if you keep those nails there im gonna hammer you down
and keep you here forever until you hate me back
this aint love but you can call it that
maybe i made a mistake
maybe im all thats left of a memory you made
maybe words can kill you but they dont hurt that bad
this aint love but you can call it that
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Edward Hartline Lowell, Massachusetts
Edward has been writing songs since he was 11. He began performing professionally at 13 and went on his first national tour at 15. Edward has performed with many artists, including Shannon LaBrie, Bobby Long, Jess Meuse, Sam Bradley, Marcus Foster, and Von Grey. ... more
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