Aptnia
C.Ward/B.Morrell
The sun it burns my eyes like cigarettes
The sun reminds me why, then I forget
The sun it knows I'm going, follows me down
Want to reach into my shadow, cool off underground
When I want your help I'll ask for it
When I want your point of view I'll leave
When I want your influence I'll die for it
I'm afraid my heart will stop if I go to sleep
And I don't need this pain
And I hope you feel the same
Sending you love from the trenches, all too real ink mixed with sweat
Softly spoken...Insurrection
It's all I have left
I wrote this song in the summer of 99 in a minivan coming back from Canada. It was very hot. I had the lyrics sitting around for a while, until I found out that they fit with another song and chorus I wrote. Bryan wrote the "Softly spoken, Insurrection" part, and helped with the second verse. It's also one of our loudest songs, and we don't play it anymore. It doesn't have the same feel as our other songs.
-Chris
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