Obsidian
(M. Randall)
Looking at us with your hollow eyes
You made an empty promise
And turned the sky the color of obsidian
The figurehead of fools a world away
Who barely know our faces
Your heart would break if it weren’t made of obsidian
Obsidian
Our new stone age begins
Walking papers land us on the street
With no one else to turn to
And face a future as hard as obsidian
In my darkest hours I try not
To think of you too often
If I did I’d shatter like obsidian
Obsidian
Our new stone age begins
What is left after the volcano?
© 2014 Grandiosity Complex Ltd. (ASCAP). All rights reserved.
Mac Randall: lead and backing vocals, electric and acoustic guitars
Michael Gelfand: bass, backing vocals
Peter Catapano: drums
OTHER ALBUM TRACKS:
Looks Like a Frown How Does It Feel to Be Free Taxing Town Ribbon Around Me
I Call Time Windowless Room Pet Monk Mysteries of the Deep South
The Ballad of the Fisherman’s Cap Make Sure You’re Right Will You Sail Mussagio
