Lyrics

Grind, grind, grind, grind…
Another day hangs like a curtain, tearing with every breath I take
Every breath [tunnelling?] under every desicion that I make, that I make
Pieces fall loud and crashing, landing in the dreams I’ve made
Every sound growing louder, indecision turns to hate, turns to hate

My dreams are cracked like a broken mirror, cutting [in between the?]
Leaps and bounds
Aspirations under the surface, I grind myself into the ground
Pieces fall loud and crashing, landing in the dreams I’ve made
Every sound growing louder, my indecision turns to hate
It’s like I am in a silent movie, I say my piece but it’s never heard
Laughing, laughing with no recalling, wasted days and dying words

My dreams are cracked like a broken mirror, cutting [in between the?]
Leaps and bounds
Aspirations under the surface, I grind myself into the ground
It’s like I’m in a silent movie, I say my piece but it’s never heard
Laughing, laughing with no recalling, wasted days

And dying words, dying words, dying words…

 

Appears on

Out Of The Fog: The Halifax Underground 1986 (by Flamingo Label)
Out of the Fog Too (by Flamingo Label)

 

Versions

Album Version
from “Out Of The Fog Too”
Track length: 3:41

 

Compilations

Credits

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Trivia/Notes

– This is the song Sarah recorded with The October Game, around 1986.
– You can download the song at the Other Stuff/Multimedia section.

 

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