Released: September 24, 2021

A little narcotic warm on me
What will I do without the weight of you?
Funeral singers wail
Charity fails, whose child are you now?

The lighthouse keeper
Grazed the lip, spread like a fog
Stood in the weather and prayed for a push, but
It doesn't take the jump again tonight

The book is aching for the tree
Return, return, return to me
All my friends, all my friends
All my friends are weeds and rain
All my friends are half-gone birds
Are magnets, all my friends are words
All my friends, all my friends are
Funeral singers, funeral singers
Wailing

A spark is aching for the light
Return, return, return tonight
All my friends, all my friends
All my friends are keeping time
All my friends have just quit trying
All my friends, all my friends are
Funeral singers, funeral singers
Funeral singers
Wailing
Wailing

A spark is aching for the light
Return, return, return tonight
All my friends, all my friends
All my friends are keeping time
All my friends have just quit trying
All my friends, all my friends are
Funeral singers, funeral singers
Funeral singers
Wailing
Wailing

Third Eye Blind

Third Eye Blind from San Francisco Mission District Mostly guitars with other things knocking around Riffs and deep beats Lyrics are expanded in a kinda hip hop way That wrong thing you’re not supposed to say- we say it Black on Black pretty much from the beginning It took us so long to get things this way but it really feels like we are underway now Jacked on coffee we are a fabulously disorganized bunch We seek impact with friends try to surf whenever we can dirty jokes looking out for each other we have eyes and a voice so no surprise when we speak the fuck up We care about shit No sequencers no backing tracks not a DJ group We believe in the gathering power of music Guess you could say we are a motherfucking rock band Born in shadow, made of lions, loud as fuck