The Accidentals - Epitaphs lyrics

He's got too much pride Lord, if you could see it in his navy eyes Life is never painted in the black and white Or with the gray between It's got too much light Silver coins that tremble in the bruise of night Moon that blinks before the tangerine And broken stains of morning sky And scattered on the birch trees Are the mockingbirds who disagree On everything that flits to mind What's lost and what's just hard to find And blaring on the silver box Are those who are only there to talk So I will find a better way to speak She's got a new fake tan Drinking pop culture from a silver can Staring from her bed into a lava lamp That bubbles up her thoughts About money and time Things that share a problematic love life They'll help you cut yourself up with a bu*ter knife Just when you hit your prime And scattered on the dirty streets Are the broken souls who disagree And beg for what you're offering And all the while we're promising That rain will fall on fertile ground There's no lost cause that can't be found So I will find the growth in every seed Well it's a sketchy scene Bottlecaps littering the pothole street Smoky waves of air in the crushing heat Of nighttime in LA And in the local park Boys flinging curse words into the dark Waiting for the day they'll mend their splintered hearts In duct tape displays I'm standing by a marble wall Carving epitaphs of human fault Why spend my whole life wondering If I find lies more comforting How can I invest my faith If what you give is what you take But I will try to find the in between Credits