Lazarus from Seams by Kind of Shy

Lazarus, you came knocking on my door today.
I let you in but told you not to stay.
I knew you’d resurrect the memories that held me tight.
My desperations, you’d bring them all to life.

Call it weakness. Call it pain.
Curse and love the day you walk out of the grave.

Because you will tire of me before I tire of you,
But I’ll never let you know that I know.
When the music stops and the lights burn blue,
I’ll keep singing this song until it’s time to go.
Let go.

Not again. We’re going back to what we know:
Eyes dead ahead, but feet stuck in the snow.
It’s getting chilly. Say empty words, then go to sleep.
They’re filled with promises we both know we won’t keep.

Call it weakness. Call it rage.
Heaven and hell are looking pretty much the same.

Because you are tired of me, and I’m tired of you,
But I’ll never let you know that I know.
When the music stops and the lights burn blue,
I’ll keep singing this song until it’s time to go.
Let go.

Whose turn? Whose call is it to make?
Four days, four years, how much longer should it take?
I’m not getting wise. I’m getting older.
I’m not drunk on love; I’m stone-cold sober.
I think it’s over.

Because I am tired of you, and I’m tired of me,
And I’m gonna let you know that I know.
When the music stops, and the lights burn blue,
I’m done singing this song. It’s time to go.

• Alternative
• INDIE POP ROCK ALTERNATIVE
• folk
• folk pop rock
• folk rock
• independent artist
• independent music
• indie pop
• Seneca