Lift your swords and find a heart to run it through
The blade is cold. It needs a pulse to silence
We have won, but now the dead are left to you
to bury deep. The hallowed ground inside us.
It is here.
When I open up my mouth to try and let the creature out
I am alone.
Give in one time, give in one time, forever.
Ah, to be lost at sea.
To put down the lights on autumn nights,
To wish upon a winter star
to know inside that you’re alive and that your freedom’s real
and you’re alone.
Hate is too strong an emotion to feel for a
person who’s given you reason to steal and to
lie and to cheat and to beg at the feet of a...
Lift your swords, it is late I have to go.
Send me home with their sharp procession.
Whisper soft, not to startle me as I
am drained of that which trapped me on this island.
See it pool.
When this hard uncaring lump finds there’s nothing left to pump
I’ll be alone.
Look Left was formed in 2008 when Jared Clark (Vocals/Acoustic Guitar) decided he wanted to be a rock musician. He went out
into the harrowing Northwestern Pennsylvania tundra, bought a microphone and started recording. He was joined by Derek Wilber (Bass), Andrew Cotts (Guitar/Backing Vocals), and Matt Royek (Cajon/Percussion/Oddjobs).
LATER after graduating the college, Jared continues alone....more