Never Better from Infernal Harvest by The Bird Calls

i need something to hang my hat upon
you're always switching to the side that i'm on
and in the moment it feels like we'll connect
then something happens that demands your attention

i couldn't focus so i learned to train my eyes to the blur
hoping you'll notice all the dissonance i've had to endure
search lights dissolving from the sea to the shore
this is what i've been preparing you for
i was never any better

when the call comes in you rush to make it count
giving me time to try to figure it out
growing up so quick the seasons slow me down
hide in the basement 'til the weather dries out

inside a holding pattern no one has the strength to break free
left with just this love for you
in a snake pit where the future should be
and when i tried to raise my voice to speak
i was the seashell paraphrasing the sea
and i have never sounded better

• Acoustic
• Folk
• New York