You were more like cursive,
and I was just plain text.
Your lines they danced like fire,
each word as captivating as the next.
As if you had bent the frame to all of my small words.
Cracked the spine of my straight lines,
and they fell into a curve.
I swore I could feel your voice,
through the curlew you penned to your page.
I romanticized the harshest words,
that even my optimism couldn't change.
This is a letter of hope, and I hope it finds you well.
Keep living your life like cursive,
and let all your life's dreams set sail.
Remember how clean we are underneath all the rust.
There's still hope. Come find me.
There's still hope,
It's just so far away that I can't see.
There's still hope.
How will the world remember me?
from Old Science,
track released May 3, 2016
Aaron Peat: Guitar/vox
Tyler Parker: Drums
Jacob Lara: Bass
Recorded by Chris Jensen at Red Light Recording in SLC, UT.
Mastered by: Stephan Hawkes at Interlace Audio. Portand, OR.