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En Route

from Death In The Family by Gardens

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Got your flowers in the back seat
On the drive home
From a hospital run
Got the call

As you were passing by
The old church
With an empty lot
And your mind raced back

To that summer
You were sitting in your backyard
With a business card in your hand
And your doorbell rang

So you stand up
And hear your mother's voice from the hall
Were you expecting anyone

And your fingers grip
On the open door
And the house was dark
Only the natural light that lingers
It's strangely dim
But you turn your eyes
And you see him there
He came exactly
When he told you he would

There was something different
In the way he spoke
While you tried to mask
The smell of smoke

For the last time
With your tear filled eyes
When you promised him
That you would never
Touch the bottle again

You were on your knees
In the living room
And saw your brother looking down
From the stairs

Had the year books out
Sifting through each page
When he asked
"How could I ever be forgiven"

It's a bitter thing
But I'm getting there
I don't call myself a saint
But I believe that
We're all on our way
From a darker place
And the road is long
But it's a burden
That I hope I can bear

It's a bitter thing to forgive
We're all on our way
From a darker place
It's a bitter thing
We're all on our way
We're all on our way

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from Death In The Family, track released November 18, 2014

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Gardens Chicago, Illinois

Illinois Indie Rock / Grunge-Pop
ilana | jordan | jackson | jake

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