Fireside Confessions

{Warm, fingerpicked acoustic guitar strings

and a

distant, atmospheric cello drone} Told Jordan 'bout the smoke,

laughed right through the haze,

Living on the edge of all these architectural days.

You gotta step outside the lines to actually feel alive,

Just to figure out the tricks on how we manage to survive.

Outside it's warm and messy,

where the wild winds blow,

Inside it's freezing safety,

but it's where we have to go.

{A subtle foot-stomp percussion joins the acoustic rhythm,

building tension} We trade the open forest for a concrete guarantee,

Building walls to keep us safe,

but who leaves us truly free?

Oh, the box is just a construct,

a shelter in the dark,

We carry shiny swords like we're ready for the spark!

Is happiness out wandering or hiding in the frame?

We're all just playing by a manufactured game.

Outside we burn and breathe,

inside we try to rest,

And Joanne says that somehow God is always for the best :)

If the box shouldn't exist,

why do we build it so tall?

We live both in and out,

watching the shadows fall.

Honestav emotion cutting clean right through the doubt,

Trying to find the meaning of what living is about.

A sword on the wall for the battles we fight,

While we look for a window in the middle of the night.

{Instruments strip down to a gentle acoustic strum and a close-up,

honest vocal delivery} Is sustainability a myth we tell ourselves to sleep?

Just a promise that's too heavy for the boxes to keep.

We came from the forest,

wild and untamed, Now we're sitting inside,

wondering who to blame.

{A soaring acoustic and string swell builds up} But the sky is

still above us... *(Lush,

cinematic acoustic

guitar

and

atmospheric string arrangement)*

Oh, the box is just a construct,

a shelter in the dark,

We carry shiny swords like we're ready for the spark!

Is happiness out wandering or hiding in the frame?

We're all just playing by a manufactured game.

Outside we burn and breathe,

inside we try to rest,

And Joanne says that somehow God is always for the best :)

{Acoustic guitar fading out with a soft room tone and a warm

smile} Tiguidou... Next cycle.

{Final single guitar pluck

dissolving into silence}