In Memory of Satan (The Jordan Lake Sessions Volume 3)
Got my paintbox out last night
Stayed up late and wrecked this place
Woke up on the floor again
Cellphone stuck to the side of my face
Dead space on the other end
Perfect howl of emptiness
Cast my gaze around the room
Someone needs to clean up this mess
Tape up the windows
Call in a favor from an old friend
Make some scratches on my floor
Crawl down on my hands and knees
In old movies people scream
Choking on their fists when they see shadows like thesе
But no one screams cause it's just mе
Wrapped up so tight in myself
Never gonna get free
Something sacred, something blue
Cannons in the harbor dawn-
[John]
I'm sorry, I fucked up that chord twice, we gotta do it again, we gotta do it again
[Matt Douglas]
No, I fucked up a bunch, I was like 'what am I doing at the top', and then I realized I don't play at the top-
[John]
Right, but it was good with the- I want you to play at the top again
[Matt]
No, no, cause I want to come in at the top, like, yeah, no, I shouldn't be playing at the top
[John]
Oh, you wanna sw- can me and Jon still play at the top?
[Matt]
Yeah, you guys-
[Jon Wurster]
I'm just keeping time, when do I come in?
[John]
Oh, here's the thing, normally I feel like, here's the thing, I, we're kind of, uh, bit of a prize machine. In Memory of Satan
Got my paintbox out last night
Stayed up late and wrecked this place
Woke up on the floor again
Cellphone stuck to the side of my face
Dead space on the other end
Perfect howl of emptiness
Cast my gaze around the room
Someone needs to clean up this mess
Tape up the windows
Call in a favor from an old friend
Make some scratches on my floor
Crawl down on my hands and knees
In old movies people scream
Choking on their fists when they see shadows like these
But no one screams cause it's just me
Wrapped up so tight in myself
I will never get free
I will never get free
Something sacred, something blue
Cannons in the harbor dawn
I crawled down here to dig for bones
One more season then I'm gone
Black drapes over the crosses
Let me call in a favor from an old friend
From an old friend