Before the First Shelves Fell Songtext
von Pete Davis

There was a setting on the table
There was a carving in a tree
There was a suitcase in the hallway
And it stays there half empty
There was a stranger in a portrait
There was a mattress on the floor
There was a call you couldn′t care about
But they won't call you anymore


And you knew if you had left it
Then the feeling would subside
But you wondered how you got here every night

Slumped over a desk in spare bedrooms
Shadows from the same indifferent light
So wrought for old words half written and canvases still white

For you′re running out of the things that you don't tire of
A dearth of motivation
To examine better choices than our negligence
To gain some small reprieve

Resigning to have done your best
And feeling kind of bad when you're relieved