When The Day Leaves, the new album from Valley Maker
released February 19, 2021 on Frenchkiss Records
Includes lyric booklet insert
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Record/Vinyl + Digital Album
Released Feb 19, 2021 on Frenchkiss Records. Second pressing, on limited edition sky blue vinyl.
Includes unlimited streaming of When The Day Leaves
via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
ships out within 5 days
$20USDor more
about
Produced by Trevor Spencer
Recorded at Way Out studio in Woodinville, WA
Song written by Austin Crane
lyrics
Sometimes grieving
Most days vacant
58 dead in Las Vegas
We’re hanging on by a thread now, baby
Ain’t we now, ain’t we now
I must be alive
To give you something true
Of myself when I’m inclined
To be a wreck but lately you don’t mind
You hold me now anyhow
Days get shorter
Rain keeps breathing down my neck
I know the line is thin
I know the test is yet to come
Baby, be at rest, be at rest
I must be alive
To catch the wind
To step outside
To come back in
To recognize my oldest friend
It is alive inside my life
Well it’s all on time
Yeah it’s always on time
Waiting on the night wine to bloom
The moon don’t hang right
The dog shakes at night
There’s a way I meet with you
Moonshine on the waves this evening
The rage inside the overheating
On a night walk
I’m gonna meet freedom
With the night hawks
And the street preachers
Don’t mind, baby, don’t mind
I must be alive
Inside the chaos
Ugliness can find it’s day off
Wheeling motel reconciled
The river is my only child
Denied
Baby swing wide
Well it’s all on time
Yeah it’s always on time
Waiting on the night wine to bloom
The moon don’t hang right
The dog shakes at night
There’s a way I meet with you
God is love
Still getting even
Lamb’s blood
On my door this evening
I rest inside the horse’s teething
Peace is on the rise, believe it
Most nights
I must be alive
To be the voice inside
The well
The harm I’ve done
I could not tell
You are the vine
I am the shell
I could not find
What’s good about me
Without you setting that free
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