Hejirah
from Mood-Altering Endorphins by Whether the Empty Storm
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about
Our final song is about the turmoils and anxieties of adolescence, and learning that there's more important things than fitting in.
lyrics
Walking through the desert, with thunderstorms over head.
"Where am I going?" he said.
The words we pray always seem to work out for you instead.
"Where are we going?" they said.
We're all tired of trying to fit in.
Mistakes fuel the headaches, that taste like sin.
We're all trying to let go,
But we're just the kids that no one knows.
All my life there's been nowhere to turn, if there's no need for me, I swear I'll burn.
"Do you really need me?" she says.
He told her, "If I ruled the world, I would just end up losing you."
"This pain is too hard to undo."
"Do you really need me?" she says.
We're all tired of trying to fit in.
Mistakes fuel the headaches, that taste like sin.
were all trying to let go,
But we're just the kids that no one knows.
Forget it, we'll turn out fine our own.
Pack up our bags, we don't need this home.
To tell us what's wrong or tell us what's right.
Our eyes are open tonight.
We're all tired of trying to fit in.
Mistakes fuel the headaches, that taste like sin.
We're all trying to let to go,
But we're just the kids that no one knows.
"Where am I going?" he said.
The words we pray always seem to work out for you instead.
"Where are we going?" they said.
We're all tired of trying to fit in.
Mistakes fuel the headaches, that taste like sin.
We're all trying to let go,
But we're just the kids that no one knows.
All my life there's been nowhere to turn, if there's no need for me, I swear I'll burn.
"Do you really need me?" she says.
He told her, "If I ruled the world, I would just end up losing you."
"This pain is too hard to undo."
"Do you really need me?" she says.
We're all tired of trying to fit in.
Mistakes fuel the headaches, that taste like sin.
were all trying to let go,
But we're just the kids that no one knows.
Forget it, we'll turn out fine our own.
Pack up our bags, we don't need this home.
To tell us what's wrong or tell us what's right.
Our eyes are open tonight.
We're all tired of trying to fit in.
Mistakes fuel the headaches, that taste like sin.
We're all trying to let to go,
But we're just the kids that no one knows.
credits
from Mood-Altering Endorphins,
released August 19, 2012
Brendan Hornbostel // guitar & lyrics
Evan Linsey // bass & vocals
Mari Ma // cello
Sirkka Miller // lead vocals
Will Moon // drums
Brendan Hornbostel // guitar & lyrics
Evan Linsey // bass & vocals
Mari Ma // cello
Sirkka Miller // lead vocals
Will Moon // drums
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Whether the Empty Storm San Francisco, California
'Whether the Empty Storm' is a five-piece band from San Francisco: Brendan Hornbostel (guitar), Evan Linsey (bass/vocals), Mari Ma (cello/vocals), Sirkka Miller (lead vocals), and Will Moon (drums).
discography
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Sep 2013 -
Aug 2012
contact / help
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