studio release (rough mix)

recorded by Alex Theoret NYC, Brooklyn NY 2004

jim - guitars, voice
will becchina - bass
ben eriksen - drums

written Fall 2004 Nyack and Pomona NY
©(fitzgerald)

Lyrics

Inside You

A season like a second passed through me
A momentary melting and all that I’d say
Is a shadow of the truth
Cause it’s not about me and it’s not about you

Could you say that you feel it the same way?
As if we were real just living today
In a breath, in a sigh
I can take all that you are
But what about me?
I’m right where you want me

Stealing death like a motive
Rightful heir of emptiness
Crown at your fingertips
A taste on the tongue
Like blood when I’m inside you
I… forsake this second
Before it’s taken away

Away… (Pass through me…)
Away… (Pass through me…)
Away… (Pass through me…)
Away…

Can you say that you feel it the same way?
As if we were real – just living today?

I’m feeling death like the motive
The rightful heir of emptiness
Crown at your fingertips
A taste on the tongue
Like blood when I’m inside you…
I…forsake this second
Before it’s taken away…

Away… (Pass through me…)
Away… (Pass through me…)
Away… (Pass through me…)
Away…

A season like a second passed through me
A momentary melting and all that I’d say
Is a shadow of the truth…
Cause it’s not about me - and it’s not about you