Greeting a cold breath, counting every step
You just have to let your heart sit still.
You can’t seem to pinpoint where it hurts.
Tangled in the sea, a sweet yet sullen beach.
You can’t seem to let yourself come down
Always catching rain from cloud nine.
When the dullness won’t improve
And the soil you stand on is rotten to its roots.
Your actions are so often misconstrued
And the lights hit you in the most forgetful hue
You are all wrapped up in the blankest kind of blue.
Slow burn in the brush, embrace the aching crush.
You just have to let yourself be still
Close your eyes and wait patiently.
A light starts to leak through a tunnel vision street
You just have a hard time letting go.
Start to feel your breathing go slow.
Burning up in a briar of bright light
Something didn’t make it through to you
Strapped down around a concerning crowded room
All wondering where they went wrong with you.
While you were all wrapped up in the blankest kind of blue
This live album from Pete Yorn, recorded over two nights in 2009, includes a link to watch and download the performance in its entirety. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 26, 2020
A sprawling, 25-song set from Pete Yorn complete with covers of Springsteen and The Smiths capture him at his unguarded best. Bandcamp New & Notable May 16, 2020