lyrics
As this street, plain and perfect
Passes through my eye
It mocks my plea for the familiar
Turning against my own being
I begin to plan my escape
In order to hold control for that much longer
I have not found a true place to dwell
Lost to this world in search of the next
If home is where the heart is
Where is my white picket fence?
cool air kisses my cheek
it fills my body with dread
and awakes a possibility
that peace may solely lie with the dead
I have not found a true place to dwell
Lost to this world in search for the next
If home is where the heart is
Where is my white picket fence?
credits
from
The White Picket Fence EP,
released May 31, 2009
Aaron Walsh: Guitars, Bass, Vocals
Karl Kling: Producer
Jason Chatterton: Drums
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