Kate Pierson - Guitars and Microphones

Picture of your mother hanging on the wall
Sets my mind back, sets my mind back to that fall
We jumped into the leaves of lovers lost
It set my heart clock, set my heart clock

And our folks smoked choked (?) 'til the sun moved
You set my soul alive, my soul alive you
Dropping staggers, dolls and telephones
You set the tables tone, tables tone, tables tone

Growing pains shake your chains
Splintered like firewood
Bandaids won't heal all the things I feel
Friend or foe

Lost to the dawn, we're moving on
You split like an apple thrown against the wall
Lost to the dawn, we're moving on
You split like an apple thrown against the wall

Blended together by guitars and microphones
We wrote our protest songs, we wrote our protest songs
Dreams chased me like a criminal
We took our orange pills, we took our orange pills

While they clapped, we cracked like a walnut shell
Secrets we'll never tell, secrets we'll never tell
I'll keep you safe in my treasure chest
'Til time the clever thief stole you and left

Growing pains shake your chains
Splintered like firewood
Bandaids won't heal all the things I feel
Friend or foe

Lost to the dawn, we're moving on
You split like an apple thrown against the wall
Lost to the dawn, we're moving on
You split like an apple thrown against the wall
You split like an apple thrown against the wall
You split like an apple thrown against the wall

Bandaids won't heal all the things I feel
Friend or foe

Lost to the dawn, we're moving on
You split like an apple thrown against the wall
Lost to the dawn, we're moving on
You split like an apple thrown against the wall
You split like an apple thrown against the wall
You split like an apple thrown against the wall