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  1. DayLight Savings

From the recording DayLight Savings

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DayLight Savings
by Chris Rudel

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Written by: Chris Rudel
All instruments: Chris Rudel
Mixed by: Chris Rudel
Recorded at The SoundLounge, Boston, MA, USA

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DAYLIGHT SAVINGS
(Christopher Rudel)

Since you don’t talk much
I tend to assume, sleep until noon
Then fall asleep, repeat
Until the next full moon
Prisoner of my head
Prisoner in this bed
Haven’t seen the sun for days lately
Caught up in daylight savings

I was hanging by a thread
Since I sent you what I sent
You left me stranded no reply
Silence is the worst goodbye
You vanished, I panicked
Wish I knew where you went
Love is some kind of blindness
Some kind of fucked up bliss

Since you don’t tell me
I tend to conclude, cop attitude
Justify the shit you do
Convince myself it’s me not you
Suddenly love is cruel
Wielded like a cutthroat tactical tool
Haven’t heard from you for days lately
Got me caught up in daylight savings

I was hanging by a thread
Since I sent what I sent
You left me stranded no reply
Silence is the worst goodbye
You vanished, I panicked
Wish I knew why you left
Love is some kind of blindness at best
Some kind of fucked up beautiful mess

Feeling trapped
By the fact
what I want
you don’t want back
I’m not done feeling attacked
In fact I still feel attached
To last October
Is it really over?
Ah that’s just what people do
Fuck the stars, fuck the moon
Daylight savings gone too soon

I was hanging by a thread
Since I sent you what I sent
Words from the heart that tore me apart
you chose to ignore instead

I don’t know what to make of it
How to reconcile the way it went
You left without warning, no red sky mourning
a promising plot with no plausible end

Cut to the credits
No time for redemption
How fast the past
Comes detached from the present
Once we find the switchboard
Cut the wires and disconnect



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