The snow came early
And stayed long
Deep into the spring
So much shock
Too little awe
Thought I'd seen everything
Didn't count on the bitterness
Hit me unforeseen
Didn't count on the revisionist
History written sloppily
Silent takeovers
Pindrop nights
Beware
Be dammed
Be true to your bones
Here's where the mountains
Crash into the sea
Here's where the poison wrestles with wine
Let's run, let's stay
Just let me know where you are
They called it the big shakedown
They called it the curse of this town
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
They called it the price of admission
Said simmer down son
But I didn't listen
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
These times are tough on love
Tough on sex and swagger
And tongues of silence
Rise and reach
Gather and teach
There's a lesson hidden
Somewhere deep
And dark
Inside this
They called it the big shakedown
They called it the curse of this town
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
They called it the price of admission
Said simmer down.
But I didn't listen
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
Let on, let go
Let them ships sail
Let on, let go
Sometimes it's better to fail
Let on, Let go
Beware, be damned
Let on, let go
Be true to your bones
Good time for takin' stock
Still fields to sow
Please let me know
Let me know where you've gone
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The snow came early
And stayed long
Deep into the spring
So much shock
Too little awe
Thought I'd seen everything
Didn't count on the bitterness
Hit me unforeseen
Didn't count on the revisionist
History written sloppily
Silent takeovers
Pindrop nights
Beware
Be dammed
Be true to your bones
Here's where the mountains
Crash into the sea
Here's where the poison wrestles with wine
Let's run, let's stay
Just let me know where you are
They called it the big shakedown
They called it the curse of this town
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
They called it the price of admission
Said simmer down son
But I didn't listen
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
These times are tough on love
Tough on sex and swagger
And tongues of silence
Rise and reach
Gather and teach
There's a lesson hidden
Somewhere deep
And dark
Inside this
They called it the big shakedown
They called it the curse of this town
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
They called it the price of admission
Said simmer down.
But I didn't listen
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
Let on, let go
Let them ships sail
Let on, let go
Sometimes it's better to fail
Let on, Let go
Beware, be damned
Let on, let go
Be true to your bones
Good time for takin' stock
Still fields to sow
Please let me know
Let me know where you've gone
And stayed long
Deep into the spring
So much shock
Too little awe
Thought I'd seen everything
Didn't count on the bitterness
Hit me unforeseen
Didn't count on the revisionist
History written sloppily
Silent takeovers
Pindrop nights
Beware
Be dammed
Be true to your bones
Here's where the mountains
Crash into the sea
Here's where the poison wrestles with wine
Let's run, let's stay
Just let me know where you are
They called it the big shakedown
They called it the curse of this town
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
They called it the price of admission
Said simmer down son
But I didn't listen
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
These times are tough on love
Tough on sex and swagger
And tongues of silence
Rise and reach
Gather and teach
There's a lesson hidden
Somewhere deep
And dark
Inside this
They called it the big shakedown
They called it the curse of this town
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
They called it the price of admission
Said simmer down.
But I didn't listen
I called it whatever first
Came to my head
Let on, let go
Let them ships sail
Let on, let go
Sometimes it's better to fail
Let on, Let go
Beware, be damned
Let on, let go
Be true to your bones
Good time for takin' stock
Still fields to sow
Please let me know
Let me know where you've gone
Writer: Chris Eckman
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave