|Keyboards, Synthesizers, Vocals:||Andrew Everding|
|Guitar, Vocals:||Tom Keeley|
|Guitar, Vocals:||Steve Pedulla|
The rain falls up, off the street.
The clocks turn back in retreat.
Footsteps fall off of our feet.
I can see the tears crawling up your cheek.
It's turning back to pink.
The slap got pulled right off of it
And we all fall back into bed again.
When you see what you've done,
You'll want to take it back
And do it all over again
But you can't and it's killing you.
The doctor comes in off the street.
The stitch gets pulled out of the bleed.
Mothers jump down in their seats.
I can see time's arrow turning back to me,
The children getting light,
They'll disappear into a sigh
And we'll all rise like snowflakes in the sky
For the last thirteen years, Thursday has been in a constant state of transition. Rising from New Brunswick, NJ, in the midst of a DIY …