carry the weight and wait at the last / bloodied my leg and buried my fist // i don't understand // i send it away, now it's back in my breast / and drag you to town, treat you just like a son / alone in my house, did they teach you to run? // i don't understand
Alan's Notes:
he stayed with us one summer, growing up on the farm.
Personal Thoughts:
The loop at the start is the exact kind of sound that entices me greatly, and the steady build through the rest of the track is grand on a level not heard from this band before!
Live:
Debuted in 1998, played a bunch in 1999, dropped from setlists afterward.
Music Video:
The music video was directed by Kirstin Grieve, instead of the usual director of Phil Harder. Quite an unusual song to have a music video done for.
