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The Gates

from Livertalk by Bucky Harris

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lyrics

Blood that’s long been soiled,
Yeah it’s starting to feel clean,
Open wounds are finally shut,
Though scar tissue remains
I trace it with my fingers,
To remind myself of past mistakes

Hands do tremble
As I remember

Shame crashes over in waves that sting
A familiar ebb and flow
I’ve constructed myself such a fortress strong
But it echoes with every blow
The balance that I’ve struck it holds
But it would only take a well placed nudge

Sirens bottled
Freed they throttle



Wait, wait
There’s something at the gates,
You can hear its heavy breathing
as it’s clawing at the paint
Too late, too late
There’s no keeping it at bay,
the door begins to splinter,
you can hear it as it sings:

I’m so glad I found you,
You must’ve been so damn scared,
did you wander off and forget you left me,
Sitting there on that shelf
Now that I’ve got my arms around you,
I’m gonna sing you back to sleep,
I’ll nurse every one of those bad habits
You neglected without me

Days I’ve counted more than once,
Never do add up,
The thing about new beginnings,
Is that there’s always another one
There’s peace in this equilibrium
Pride in not having to abstain

Self-determined
Or deluded?


Wander right back, same old path, slip on through
Once removed I can see the trap I fall into
Wander right back, same old path, slip on through
As if on cue



Wait, wait
There’s something at the gates,
You can hear its heavy breathing
as it’s clawing at the paint
Too late, too late
There’s no keeping it at bay,
the door begins to splinter,
you can hear it as it sings:

I’m so glad I found you,
You must’ve been so damn scared,
did you wander off and forget you left me,
Sitting there on that shelf
Now that I’ve got my arms around you,
I’m gonna sing you back to sleep,
I’ll nurse every one of those bad habits
You neglected without me
Without me

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from Livertalk, released July 29, 2022

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