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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Geoff Rickly
Lead Vocals
Tom Keeley
Guitar
Steve Pedulla
Guitar
Tim Payne
Bass Guitar
Tucker Rule
Drums
Tom Schlatter
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Geoff Rickly
Songwriter
Tom Keeley
Songwriter
Steve Pedulla
Songwriter
Tim Payne
Songwriter
Tucker Rule
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sal Villanueva
Producer
Tim Gilles
Mixing Engineer
Erin Farley
Recording Engineer
Codie "Dr. Huey" Brown
Assistant Recording Engineer
Dr. Timo G. Less
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Let's call this "The Quiet City"
Where screams are felt as a wave of the stoplights
Drive through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night
The sides we take divide us from our faith
And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire
[PreChorus]
Asleep, you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
[Chorus]
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
Cross out the eyes, put lines through these cries
Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
[Chorus]
Your
Trees that fall
Trees that fall
Trees that fall
Fall
[Verse 2]
A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed
Voices from another room
Happens all the time
But July on the sand
The leaves falling and
Counting down days to live
Drain the blood from this Valentine
[Verse 3]
We can rise on the wings of the dove
See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
We can rise like candles in the dark, yours always
And an envelope marked with your new address
[PreChorus]
Asleep, you set the fire in your own house
And the night was a knife that cut
And I'm paralyzed
[Chorus]
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall
Cross out the eyes, put lines through these cries
Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall
[Chorus]
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines, lines
Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines, cries
The eyes, lines
The eyes, cried
[Bridge]
It was the first time face to face
I'm crossing the line, talking to the other side of death
Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines
I'm calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away
[Verse 4]
Till we die
Memory in flatlines
Cross out the eyes when we set off these lives
Cross out the eyes when we set off these lives
Cross out the eyes
[Outro]
Fence was blown down in a winter storm in this field
Cross out the eyes
Stretches out of this world into the sound
A trace of
What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days?
A love song
Hoping for something wash these dreams of you away
Stretches out of this world
Let's drive back the dead
Stretches out of this world
Stretches out of this world
Written by: Geoff Rickly, Steve Pedulla, Tim Payne, Tom Keeley, Tucker Rule