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The moment after the chord is cut, when the relief you feel that it is finally over is overwhelmed by the surge of regret and emotional realization.

Reality seems completely internal. No one is in time. Your senses slow down.

-JLN

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Lyrics Reprinted by Permission.
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

We Lost

The mint upon the pillow, is that I leave without a visual clue.
The cherry on the top, my absence is known only to you.

The credits roll, we rise and turn to go,
and paths fork off like two trails in the snow.

The last page holds some scrawls in invisible ink,
The world moves on and no one has to think..

or discover.....
uncover, commiserate with fate,
put a finger to the flame
collect commission on your claim
no one is factious or cautious
strong willed or nauseous
emotional sickness will toss us
about

till we find out we lost.

(x4) No one is in time, I feel my senses slowing down.
senses slowing down


The little silver streak is that your exit burst a hole in the dark.
The summit on the peak is that the bite is the same as the bark.

The torture and the sweetness is the same,
but now I have control over the pain.

You’ve written me a note in invisible ink,
I move where no one ever has to think..

or discover.....
uncover, commiserate with fate,
put a finger to the flame
collect commission on your claim
no one is factious or cautious
strong willed or nauseous
emotional sickness will toss us
about

till we find out we lost.

(x8) No one is in time, I feel my senses slowing down.
(x5) senses slowing down

(x5) till we find out we lost

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from Peripheral People, track released October 28, 2011
Composed & arranged by Jared Lucas Nathanson and Ben Margolis

Lyrics & Melody by Jared Lucas Nathanson

Ben Margolis - Saxophone
Jared Lucas Nathanson - Vocals
Helen Aki - Backing Vocals
Joshua Lee Loomis - Guitar
Alex Blinn - Drums
Robert Gilmore - Bass
Douglas Batchelder - Guitar, Hammond organ

Recorded and mixed by Doug Batchelder at the Den studios in North Reading, MA
Produced by Doug Batchelder, Ben Margolis, and Jared Lucas Nathanson.
Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice
©2012 The Heartsleeves™, All Rights Reserved

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The Heartsleeves Boston, Massachusetts

Neo Eclectic, Soul Reflected, Sounds From Real Life!

Born in the glory and pageant of the noble working cities of Boise, Cleveland, Schenectady, Boston and Syracuse, "The Heartsleeves" is the voice of the no frills sincerity of real world American life.

We write our songs live, and refine them into a melancholy powder of sweet painful regret and sprinkle it on hearty soul pop. ... more

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