If you think we’re in a free fall,
you haven’t seen anything yet.
Wait for the moment we hit the wall;
then we’ll talk about guilt and regret.
Even now it’s too late,
for we’ve lost all our faith.
Our big dreams lie on the scrap heap.
That’s the story for most our friends.
Time has driven us down so deep,
we can’t pretend to care where it all ends.
All our aching is pure faking;
it’s one big emotional zero.
Here’s the truth:
we’re not going anywhere soon.
Closed doors everywhere you look,
one for every risk you took.
In the mirror you see your own foe,
whose mouth mimes “No.”
No, they won’t humor your despair.
’Cause you should know
that when you turn back they’re not gonna be there.
They’re not gonna be there for you. They’re not.
Wherever you stage this drama,
it’s a one man show.
Tell me, come on, tell me,
tell me who you were looking for.
There’s not gonna be a scene;
I’m not really here any more. You see:
When you drop expectations,
that’s when you’re gonna find some way to be free.
But now you keep on falling.
I’m not falling for you.
I’m not falling.
from Icicles and Sand
released April 19, 2016
Written and performed by Michael Macrone
with Rob Seidenberg (treated guitar, tambourine).
Arranged by Michael Macrone and Rob Seidenberg.
Produced, mixed, and engineered by Rob Seidenberg.
© 2016 Michael Macrone
all rights reserved