We tried, at least we can say we tried,
I can honestly say that we gave it our best.
I'm tired of begging and pleading,
if you don't understand then you don't have much sense.
Making a stand against all your ignorance,
if you're still confused you don't see the significance.
For one last time we'll try for the hit,
if this ones a failure I'll probably split.
When is our chance? When is our time?
When the sun chooses to reveal itself,
this place is not a bad place to stay,
turns your hands to gold, and chases the blues away.
The distance between us is literal,
but our attachment to here is physical,
it's not without its disappointment (but what can I say)
resentment and worry it's the Scottish way.
When you return I'll be driven,
towards my fate in the sky,
the lines are all drawn, the directions not clear,
but at least we can say that we tried.
This distance. These blues.
released July 28, 2012
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