The Blizzard Sessions '10

by Police & Thieves

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released July 20, 2010




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Track Name: All Saints
Take these bitter pills. Swallow them down, what’s the thrill? Lie, but you can’t change, a vicious cycle never ends. What came before? The fix you found to fill the void. Now, you believe the friend you found will cure everything. You tell me it’s alright, you say that you’re ok. I did my best to help, but you walked away. Alone, as night descends, you wrestle with the fears you have. Nothings changing. You hide to escape, an absent life you couldn’t face. You dwell on your mistakes, regret reminds you of those days gone by. So filled with indecisions, all roads are not the same. Wrapped up in your addiction, can’t find a way. We live with our demons, strung out on feelings. So close to conceding, it unravels with no reason. You can’t fake this will you. You can’t find a way to. All you’ve lost…
Track Name: Suburban Life Decay
Chase this feeling, till it’s gone. We trade the things we love to keep holding on. Alone is where we wish we wouldn’t be. We try and escape it but those thoughts just reappear. Why do we feed this sadness with our mistakes? When forgiveness, can take away the pain. (pain inside) I don’t want you to know, I can’t explain. The words rearrange inside my head. I wouldn’t want you to know, I tried so hard to keep it all inside. And I’ve tried, for forgiveness. Now it’s all out there, where we are. You can’t save this, without forgiveness.
Track Name: Race To The End
I did it to myself, how else did all this fail? In my hands, my vision became a blurried mess. I watched my dreams fall apart at the seams. I can’t explain, sometimes things turn out this way. I didn’t try. Are we alive? A life without living, a lie that keep us imprisoned. A lie that keeps us from giving more of ourselves. Some days you’d fix me, so tired please forgive me. I tried to defend this, so cold and so empty. If I could I’d fix it, rearrange all that’s twisted. You’re so indifferent, I wish that I could take it back. Is this what we want? Do we fault all our sins and pretend they’re okay? Can we find some new path a new way to make amends for this? Where do we go to find our way back home? Can we find some way to save this? All we’ve lost we can’t replace it.