catastrophe
Nightly I shed my summer-face to reveal
Facing me, pale and wide are treasoned eyes
Where two shy ones cross
Where two lions call
We're two shadows cold
Don't you know we'll fall
It came to me in the mail, a tale, catastrophe
And planted new frailty and ever-wearing dues
Where two shy ones cross
Where two lions call
We're two shadows cold
Don't you know we'll fall
Dazed and indifferent, when will we calm?
Naked and missing a piece, hold me under your
scathing wall
Uneven steps, you guard my fall
Where two shy ones cross
Where two lions call
We're two shadows cold
Don't you know we'll fall
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Written by Pamela Brennan
copyright © 2000 SOCAN
Pamela Brennan - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano Percussion
Rory Dyck - Vocals, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar, Bass
Michel Pariseau - Bass, vocals
Thomas Bona - Drums, vocals
Produced by Rory Dyck & Hennessey.
Recorded by Peter Prilesnik, Annelise Noronha, & Chris Shreenan-Dyck.
Mixed at Presence Sound and Studio 4 in Toronto ON, and Knot Studios in Val-des-Monts PQ.
Mixed by Harry Hess.
Mixed at Vespa Sound and Arnyard Studios, Toronto ON.
Copyright ©2001, Sensitive Poets. Photos & images copyrighted by owner.
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Last updated 5/31/01