The Dead, They Waltz

from Grandfather by Chasing Nora

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With bricks for shoes
My feet abuse this
Wooden floor
Beneath me
And I can't follow you
So I will fall from you

This aisle of red it calls to me
As I flow towards its peak
I swear I could be the one for you
Oh and you the one for me

And tendrils start to crease my spine
My breath has shortened up
Reprimand the man I am
Because I'm a poor fuck of a love

My chest it holds a chronic part
Who's beats are humming thin
And although I'm an atheist
Father please forgive my sins

The dead they waltz behind the door
It's been awhile since we've touched
And mom I know you loved the floor
But I'm a poor excuse for a son
I'm a poor excuse for a son

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from Grandfather, released November 4, 2015
Katie Stump - Female Harmony
Julian McClanahan - Violin
Austin Shaw - Cello

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Chasing Nora is a project that hopes to evoke reflective, pensive thoughts in its listeners.

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