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Written by Cameron Bishop Crowley
Published by Public Alley 437 (ASCAP)
Produced by Ground Control, Bishop Ivy
Vocals: Bishop Ivy
Guitar: Ground Control, Bishop Ivy, Travis Ball
Drum Programming: Ground Control, Bishop Ivy
Bass Programming: Bishop Ivy
Synth: Ground Control
Mixed by Travis Ball
Mastered by Sam Moses
Lyrics
Brace for your spell and your apparel
Warm up my shirt like air of a tea
Rain pulls my hair If you're with me, I'm indifferent
You're sharing my breath, so I don't mind
I can't see light
Now only reflex
Finding my way throughout your frame
Inscribe my neck
If you scar me, I'm indifferent
The purple hue affirms our youth
Although I don't want to leave the room
Or do more than sleep around with you
When the lights are turned on, I am just the fool I was
So let's keep them off
Nomadic
Written by Cameron Bishop Crowley
Published by Public Alley 437 (ASCAP)
Produced by Ground Control, Bishop Ivy
Vocals: Bishop Ivy
Synth: Ground Control, Bishop Ivy
Bass: Bishop Ivy
Drum Programming: Bishop Ivy, Ground Control, Travis Ball
Piano: Bishop Ivy
Guitar: Bishop Ivy
Mixed by Travis Ball
Mastered by Sam Moses
Lyrics
I'm nomadic for now
I'll have you know that when summer comes
I'm afriad that you'll never see your friends
They won't come with us
But maybe we can go to Paris though
Try to forget that you'll never see your home
Flights are booked let's go
Well you can take me
Out of my city but I won't change
I won't change
I'm just nomadic for now
Hotel feels like I'm royalty
But stay inside because the subway's closed tonight
Bomb threats shut our eyes
But I can't focus
My mind is pre-occupied by the images of my friends
When I said I left
I'm just nomadic for now
I can't take it
The war I just witnessed
It clutters my head
Is this all I get
It's been months
Without acquaintances I think I left
My heart in Boston
Is this all I get
Heaven
Written by Cameron Bishop Crowley
Published by Public Alley 437 (ASCAP)
Produced by Ground Control, Bishop Ivy
Vocals: Bishop Ivy, Ground Control
Guitar: Bishop Ivy, Ground Control
Bass: Bishop Ivy
Drum Programming: Ground Control, Bishop Ivy
Percussion: Bishop Ivy
Synth: Ground Control
Mixed by Travis Ball
Mastered by Sam Moses
Lyrics
Can you hear me?
I never learned your name till it was painted with flames
I'm told I'll see you again
But if this is the end, tell me if you would say
That nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
Have you found what you needed?
Are the gates so glistening and painted with gold?
Would you say that the classroom desks resemble the throne?
'Cause your friend burst in tears when he saw yours alone
Would you say that nothing really matters?
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
Nothing really matters
I hope I see you in heaven
I liked your sister's speech
I couldn't help but see her as my own
The way that she said she'd help you pick out your clothes
Or when she's off to college you'd hang out in her room
Made it sound like you were in heaven on earth
Didn't get it, why'd you go to the real one?
To the real one
Made us all in heaven on earth I don't get it, why'd you go to the real one?
To the real one
I hope I see you in heaven
I pray that you find the peace that you're looking for
Rain from your headache stops seeping under the door
Last time I saw you was in the back of a Cadillac
I turned my back, walked away
Please don't let it be the last time
Don't let it be the last time
Ghost
Written by Cameron Bishop Crowley
Published by Public Alley 437 (ASCAP)
Produced by Ground Control, Bishop Ivy
Vocals: Bishop Ivy
Synth: Ground Control, Bishop Ivy
Drum Programming: Ground Control
Bass: Ground Control
Guitar: Bishop Ivy
Mellotron: Ground Control
Mixed by Travis Ball
Mastered by Sam Moses
Lyrics
Take me home
I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go
You're my ghost
I woke up in my old bedroom again
Until I turned on the lights
Same bed, same pictures on the wall
But the windows tell it all I'm not home
When December came
And I walked outside
My arms couldn't tell a difference
If I closed my eyes
Well, my nose ain't broken
It'll red like it used to
But I know I'm not used to
All that's changed
If it's the board I miss
Or it's Sarah's kiss
It all blends in anyway
I never get it my way
Take me home
I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go
You're my ghost
Friday came along
I made a date with new towers
I thought I'd part with old flowers
You really think I would change?
I'm in between cars again
I can't find past adrenaline
I guess I'll drive myself home
Alone now
If it's the board I ride
Or I'm just filled with pride
It all blends in anyway
I never get it my way
Take me home
I'm tired of seeing you wherever I go
You're my ghost
The sky opens too wide
Your silhouette doesn't dip into it
Any more
I'll come back
If I'm dead if I have to
I'll never escape you
Though you won't chase me back
Where You Are
Written by Cameron Bishop Crowley
Published by Public Alley 437 (ASCAP)
Produced by Ground Control, Bishop Ivy
Vocals: Bishop Ivy
Piano: Ground Control
Drum Programming: Ground Control
Bass Programing: Bishop Ivy
Guitar: Ground Control
Mixed by Travis Ball
Mastered by Sam Moses
Lyrics
You, you're in everything
I didn't think I'd graduate before you came around
I'm glad you made an appearance
I thought I'd never see your face til mine was in the ground
But I saw your apparition
The same way I saw my body on pavement
In the painting of my windshield
When bullet rain hits my car
At eighty miles an hour
That's where you are
I have waited for so long
For consolation for my aching heart
I'm sorry I thought you were absent
I thought that you stayed along back with my friends at home
But I saw your apparition
The same way I saw my body on pavement
In the painting of my windshield
When bullet rain hits my car
At eighty miles an hour
That's where you are
And through the all I'm scared that you won't like me
Just tell me please
Will I ever be sure
That I'm not just crazy
Cause they call me insane
But I'll stay with you
But will you stay with me
Cause I saw your apparition
The same way I saw my body on pavement
In the painting of my windshield
When bullet rain hits my car
At eighty miles an hour
That's where you are