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Modest Mouse - The Golden Casket Album Lyrics



Modest Mouse - The Golden Casket Lyrics






F*ck Your Acid Trip

Sets and the sets and the sets roll in
I'm kind of over it now
Oh yeah, I like staring out at the cove
The clouds above and the fish below
But this isn't my weekend, I need to get home
This isn't my weekend, I just need to get home
You knew already, I didn't plan to go

So, f*ck your acid trip, I need to get home
F*ck your acid trip, I need to get home
F*ck your acid trip, I need to get home
F*ck your acid trip, I need to get home
F*ck your acid trip, I need to get home now

Sets and the sets and the sets move in
I love looking at clouds
Spacing out at the campfire smoke
Shadows and the glowing coal
But if you need a ride, then I have to go now
I'm stuck in the woods with you, and your pals
So, f*ck your acid trip, I need to go now
F*ck your acid trip, I need to go now

Figure it out, you'll figure it out
But I have to go now, but I have to go right now
You'll figure it out, just figure it out
Well I have to go now, well I have to go right now

Sets in, sets in, sets in, sets in
I feel it kicking in now
I don't feel cold, so I lose my coat
Snow still covers the ground
The trees make a sound, and a bird flies 'round
We're freaking out like the sky is the ground
I'm laughing so hard that it hurts my mouth
But this isn't my weekend, I should've never come out

So f*ck this acid trip, I need to come down
F*ck this acid trip, I need to come down
F*ck this acid trip, I need to come down
F*ck this acid trip, I need to come down now

Figure it out, we'll figure it out
'Cause I have to go now, but I have to go right now
We'll figure it out, we'll figure it out
But I have to go now, but I have to go right now
We'll figure it out, we'll figure it out
'Cause I have to go now, well I have to go right now

Well I have to go right now

(Sets and the sets and the sets roll in)
(Sets and the sets and the sets roll in)
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Writer: Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Tom Peloso, Russell Higbee, Jim Fairchild
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC




We Are Between

Hello, hello, hello
This is the worst part
We are, we are, we are
Mirrors of our own thoughts
Hello, hello, hello
This is the best part
We are, we are, we are
Driven by our own thoughts

We are between, we are between, yeah we are
Somewhere between dust and the stars
So open then snap shut, yeah but here we are
We are between, we are between, yeah, here we are

Hello, hello, hello
This is the worst part
We are, we are, we are
Made of old rocks and salt
Hello, hello, hello
This is the best part
We are, we are, we are
Made up of grass to straw

We are between, we are between, yeah we are
Somewhere between dust and the stars
So open then snap shut, yeah but here we are
We are between, we are between, yeah, here we are

We are between, we are between, yeah we are
Somewhere between dust and the stars
So open then snap shut, yeah but here we are
We are between, we are between, yeah, here we are
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Writer: Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Tom Peloso, Russell Higbee, Jim Fairchild
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Were Lucky

These are the stars and these are the seas
Well, these are the places that we're lucky just to be between
This is our bed and these are our sheets
Da-da-da-da-da-da

These are the stars and these are the seas
Well, these are the places that we're lucky just to be between
This is the plant and these are the seeds
Da-da-da-da-da-da

It takes a lifetime to ever figure out that there
There ain't no lifetime that's ever figured out

These are my eyes and these are my feet
Well, these are some places that I'm lucky just to be between
These are the stars and these are the seas
Da-da-da-da-da-da

It takes a lifetime to ever figure out that there
There ain't no lifetime that's ever figured out

These are the stars and these are the seas
Well, these are some places that we're lucky just to be between
These are the stars and these are the seas
Da-da-da-da-da-da

It takes a lifetime to ever figure out that there
There ain't no lifetime that's ever figured out

These are the stars and these are the seas
Well, these are some places that we're lucky just to be between
It takes a lifetime to ever figure out that
These are the stars and these are the seas

These are some places that we're lucky just to be between
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
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Writer: Isaac Brock, Jim Fairchild, Jeremiah Green, Tom Peloso, Russell Higbee
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Walking & Running

We got roooked to believe
We had more tricks up our sleeves
As the king of the mountain when it blows sky high
You just don't get to see

We get tossed, we get turned
While the ants intercept underground with the worms
We sweat it out, evaporation occurs
The rain from the clouds really stirs up the dirt

We are walking and running and we are moving around
Well, we're so very active we make hummingbirds proud
With our talking', talking', chatter, chatter, lips, throat, smile
We make such a noise that the Blue Angels are proud
With our poking and prying, we hauled your secrets all out
There was so much garbage, make a rummage sale proud
Here I'm walking and running and we are moving around
Well, we're so really active we make hummingbirds proud, with our

There are some thoughts
That should never
Form to words inside our throats
That form inside our
There are some thoughts
That should never
Form to words inside our throats
That form inside our

We got lost, unconcerned
Handed every single lesson but we never seem to learn
We got rooked to believe we had tricks up an empty sleeve
Feeling rested we deserved it, laid our backs on the ground
Use our hands to shade our eyes, the ocean rejoins the clouds
With our talkin', talking', chatter, chatter, lips, throat, smile
We made such a noise it blew the windows all out
With our poking and prodding, we hauled the secrets all out
There was so much crazy drama it stood up and took a bow
Here I'm walking and running and we are moving around
Well, we're so very active we make hummingbirds proud

With our talking', talkin', chatter, chatter, lips, throat, smile
We made such a noise that volcanoes are proud
Well we're walking and running and we are moving around
Well we're so very active we make beehives proud

There are some thoughts
That should never
Form to words inside our throats
There are some thoughts
That should never
Form to words inside our throats

(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
(Oh-oh-oh)
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Writer: Eric Judy, Garret Lee, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Wooden Soldiers

Making plans in the sands as the tides roll in
Didn't plan it, didn't plan it
Different planets stare down on us

Never blinking, sort of winking
Indifferent as deceiving
Observing that we're kneeling in the sands, building plans

Making plans in the sands as the tides roll in
I've been sitting in the stove
'Cause outside it's sure been cold
The garbage can's refrigerated
Since that's where the food goes

Making plans, making plans, making plans

Wooden soldiers storm through burning buildings
On the top floor lives the zoo king's neckties
Preventing them from breathing

Oh, it's such a fuzzy feeling
Oh, such a fuzzy feeling, making plans

Gasoline flows out the ends of matchsticks used as pens
And I've been writing some pretty big checks with them

I gave the boat a persons name
So when it sinks I'll know who to blame

The tiger isn't tame
But it's toothless just the same

Making plans in the sands as the tides roll in
Making plans, making plans, making plans

Making plans in the sands as the tides roll in
Making plans

These f*ckers wanted guilt
They tore me down, and I rebuilt
Much better, oh, much better than before
In India they make mugs, you throw them down
They turn to mud, pull it out
And make them as they were before

Since we shop at the same store
But hate each other at the core
And neither one is getting a fair deal

Sell it all on sex appeal
How you currently feel
Don't need any, just buy one
The second one will be a steal

Hashtagging, photo bragging
No one's even sort of real
No wonder no one feels better than before

Making plans in the sands as the tides roll in
Making plans, making plans, making plans

Making plans in the sands as the tides roll in
Making plans

Making plans in the sands as the tides roll in
Making plans

Making plans in the sands as the tides roll in
Making plans

It's level at the peak
Our words don't speak
Calm down, retreat
Me just being here now is enough for me

It's level at the peak
Our words don't speak
You just being here, being you is enough for me
You just being here, being you is enough for me

It's level at the peak
Find your breath, don't speak
Just being here, me and you is enough for me
Just being here, me and you is enough for me

It's level at the peak
Even death just may not be
We'll cross that bridge sometime and see
But just being here now is enough for me
Just being here now is enough for me
Just being here now is enough for me
Just being here now is enough for me
Just being here now is enough for me
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Writer: Isaac Brock, Jim Fairchild, Jeremiah Green, Tom Peloso, Russell Higbee
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC




Transmitting Receiving

Horses, wagons, aeroplanes, cars, bathtubs into drains
Smartphones, doorbells, refrigerators, pencils, hens, paper
Skin, hair, watermelons, alligators, volcanos and super freighters
Dust on floors, grease in pores, the food you eat, opened doors
From the mountains to the shoes you bought
Scissor lifts, toys, rocks, grass, asps, planets, tin, magnets
Rabbits, palms, dreams, an ocean of our own air

Quarks, stars, defibrillators, blinds, struts, beaks, shocks
(Nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating)
Tornados, crockpots, kumquats, baseballs, plants both big and small
Oysters, muscles, mirrors, walls, EKG, balloons (we are transmitting)
Cocoons, macadamias, plankton blooms (we are receiving)
Sulfur pools, rivers, ice, steam, patent leather, lice

Well, nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating
(Vacuum cleaners, windows, lights, fans, scales, your smart device)
(Computers, clocks, drones, clones, trees and stalks)
(Moles, trolls, lights at four way stops, spiders) We are transmitting
(Mushrooms, atoms and their colliders) We are receiving
(Salmon, pinecones, office dividers, mitochondria, caterpillars)

Well, nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating
(Packages left at the door, tin cans, the earth's core)
(Mustard seeds, turtles, weeds, herds of elk, teeth, you, me)
We've been transmitting
(Flocks of birds, forest fires, crispy chicken, bengal tigers)
We've been receiving
Jewelry, lumps of coal, things gettin' pulled into black holes
Horses, wagons, aeroplanes, cars, bathtubs into drains

But some things aren't visible
But some things aren't visible
Like yesterday, beams of light, cellphone calls (and tomorrow)
Like yesterday, beams of light, cellphone calls (and tomorrow)
No, some things aren't visible
No, some things aren't visible
Beams of light, breath and wind, yesterday (and tomorrow)
No, some things aren't visible

Vacuum cleaners, windows, lights, fans, scales, your smart device
Computers, clocks, drones, clones, trees and stalks
Moles, trolls, lights at four way stops, spiders
Mushrooms, atoms and their colliders

Nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating
(Packages left at the door, tin cans, the earth's core)
Always vibrating
(Mustard seeds, turtles, weeds, herds of elk, teeth, you, me)
We are transmitting
(Flocks of birds, forest fires, crispy chicken, Bengal tigers)

Nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating
(Horses, wagons, aeroplanes, cars, bathtubs into drains)
We are transmitting
(Cocoons, macadamias, plankton blooms)
We are receiving
(Sulfur pools, rivers, ice, steam, patent leather, lice)

Well, nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating
(Vacuum cleaners, windows, lights, fans, scales, your smart device)
(Computers, clocks, drones, clones, trees and stalks)
(Moles, trolls, lights at four way stops, spiders) We are transmitting
(Mushrooms, atoms and their colliders)
We are receiving
(Salmon, pinecones, office dividers, mitochondria, caterpillars)

Well, nothing in this world's gonna petrify me, we are repeating
(Packages left at the door, tin cans, the earth's core)
(Mustard seeds, turtles, weeds, herds of elk, teeth, you, me)
We've been transmitting
(Flocks of birds, forest fires, crispy chicken, Bengal tigers)
We've been receiving
(Jewelry, lumps of coal, things gettin' pulled into black holes)
(Horses, wagons, aeroplanes, cars, bathtubs into drains)

But some things aren't visible
But some things aren't visible
Like yesterday, beams of light, cellphone calls (and tomorrow)
Like yesterday, beams of light, cellphone calls (and tomorrow)
Some things aren't visible
No, some things aren't visible
Beams of light, breath and wind, yesterday (and tomorrow)
Some things aren't visible
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Writer: Isaac Brock, Jim Fairchild, Russell Higbee, Tom Peloso, Jeremiah Green
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group




The Sun Hasnt Left

Relax your breath
Lean into yourself
Here's what I know is true
Well, the sun hasn't left
The sea still has depth
The rain's still wet
Try not to forget
We're not so bereft
So here's a bell that still rings true
There's still something left
There's still something left for you

You're not wrong
Things are a mess
But there's still something left
Friendships are just a chain of texts
But there's much more than this

I don't know you
You don't know me
You and I are us, you see
You and I are us, you see

Lean into your breath and just help yourself
Well here's what I know is true
Well there's more to life than online dating sites
Or hell, you pick the vice
I know that's not concise
There's still so much
So much here left for you
'Cause cactus' bloom
Trees leaf and root
The world's a womb
All ain't just a room
Well, there's still something left
Something left for you

Not everything is going to be the best
But there's still something left
Despite the endless crush of crests
Well there's still something left

I don't know you
You don't know me
You and I are us, you see
You and I are us, you see

Counting backwards from zero
The winner wastes the time
The winner wastes the time
Counting backwards from zero
The winner wastes the time
The winner wastes the time
Counting backwards from zero
The winner wastes the time
(The winner wastes the time)

I don't know you
You don't know me
You and I are us, you see
You and I are us, you see

I don't know you
You don't know me
You and I are us you see
You and I are us you see
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Writer: David Sardy, Garret Lee, Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Russell Higbee
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC




Lace Your Shoes

I can't wait to see you lace your shoes
Things were hazy, but that all stopped with you
We passed by headstones on a walk
I overthink something, and then I forget I should talk
I can't wait to see you go to school
I hate that this will happen, but I know that it'll happen
Someone's gonna be cruel

I can't believe the stork didn't need a crane
One then two then three of you, I'm working to be better
So that you get to do the same

We counted dark spots on the moon
The stars were barely visible
I know that I should let you count them far from this city roof

'Cause the sunshine pours out of your mouth and eyes
'Cause the sunshine spills out your mouth and eyes
And out onto the floor
And I can't see nothing anymore
No, I can't see nothing anymore
No, I can't see anything no more
It fills the skies all the way from the floor

And I
And I
Don't bother looking away
And I can't see nothing anymore
No, I can't see nothing anymore
No, I can't see nothing anymore
'Cause it fills the sky all the way from the

I can't wait to see you go to school
I can't make out all the words you say
Your sister just makes noises like some sort of bird
That I just cannot seem to place

I spend too much time out on the deck
Staring out at nothing while nothing at all
Blankly stares right back

And I hope there's still something left for you
I can't wait to see which paths you choose
So that you can see animals far away from the stupid city zoo

'Cause the sunshine pours out of your mouth and eyes
'Cause the sunshine spills out your mouth and eyes
And out all over the floor
And I can't see nothing anymore
No, I can't see nothing anymore
Well, I can't see nothing anymore
It fills the skies all the way from the floor

And I
And I
Don't bother looking away
And I can't see nothing anymore
No, I can't see nothing anymore
No, I can't see nothing anymore
'Cause it fills the sky all the way from the

And I can't wait to see you go to school
Oh, I can't wait to see you lace your shoes
I can't wait to see you go to school
And I can't wait to see which paths you choose
And I can't wait to see you go to school
I can't wait to see you give 'em hell
And I can't wait to see you go to school
I can't wait to see you lace your shoes
I can't wait to see you lace your shoes
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Writer: Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Jim Fairchild, Russell Higbee, Tom Peloso
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group




Never F*ck a Spider on the Fly

The air is whizzing by, the spider watches his fly
And at best you could say you were obliged
Well let me sing the spider song, the words are too, too long
And it scares me just to say I'll carry on, the carrion
It takes a lot, pay no mind with your cellular gadgets on
Oh, our lives don't seem to float, you think you know

You just don't know why you should never f*ck a spider on the fly
Well if you f*ck a spider on the fly
You're gonna, gonna, gonna get the news
Yeah, there's a lot of web
Sure, there's enough for you

Well the last thing I could say won't be spoken anyways
And as I got to move
Well there's a lotta things I shoulda done
I shoulda, oughta, probably, oughta do

So you should never f*ck a spider on the fly
If you do you're gonna find out soon
There's still some web for you
Whatcha gonna do?

It doesn't matter what they don't know
They really, really want you to know
So they'll tap, tap, tap, no matter where you go, oh

Peeping Toms at every window
Dangling a leash for your throat
Peeping and tapping, looking into every single window, oh

Oh, I don't care for politics and it doesn't care for me
I don't like being watched by the TV
Well there's a lot of news, a lot of news, a lot of news, a lot of news
And it all works as a web for you

Well you should never f*ck a spider on the fly
If you really, really want to move
'Cause we're all food
And there's the web for you
Well if you f*ck a spider on the fly you're gonna, gonna, gonna get the news
There's a lot of webs
Yeah there's a web for you

Peeping Toms at every window
Dangling a leash for your throat
Peeping and smudging, looking into every window, oh

It doesn't matter what they don't know
They really, really want you to know
So they'll tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, on every window, oh

They zoom in, you can't zoom out, oh, your head's my house now
I live in every corner of your mind, I ain't coming out
I have a lot to do, to become you
Well I ain't taking orders, but they're still givin' them out
I'm lost over international waters in the cloud
Yeah, I got, got, got, got, got, got, got some news

Well you should never f*ck a spider on the fly
If you really, really want to move
There's a lot of webs
And there's a web for you
Well if you f*ck a spider on the fly
You're gonna, gonna, gonna get the news
There's a lot of webs
Yeah there's a web for you
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Writer: Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Tom Peloso, Russell Higbee, Jim Fairchild
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group




Leave a Light On

People live in homes made of leaves pulled from bananas
Others houses are colorful made from wax crayons
My friend's place is remote control, but she don't know where that is
Some things live in gopher holes somewhere in Texarkana

I know a guy who claims that he is from a very different planet
My friend's house is nice but she will still take that for granted

We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon

My friend's house is full of very, very helpful nurses
Some days, they have birthdays there and some days they have hearses
My friend's house is full of cats but they are both allergic
Your house is inside my heart and your heart's where my house is

We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon

I'll leave the light on for you
I'll leave the light on for you
I'll leave a light on for you
I'll leave the light on for you

We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon
We're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving, we're leaving
We'll be home soon

I'll leave the light on for you
I'll leave the light on for you
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Writer: Isaac Brock
Copyright: Lyrics © WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC




Japanese Trees

Oh yeah, well I'm not even guessing what your plans may be
Yeah, you're twisted and you're bent like you're a Japanese tree
Those are pretty long arms driving from the backseat
Lay it on heavy like you're sand on a beach
Yes, you're all ears, how hard could it be?
A cat in the grass, an "eaves" in the eaves
Walkin' in my head like I'm shoes on your feet
You're twisted and you're bent like you're a Japanese tree

Well, you need a place to go
And I have a place to leave
We'll split the gasoline
And sleep in the backseat
When can we leave?
Why can't we leave?
When can we leave?

Oh, you got it figured out
And I'll learn eventually
We'll ditch our phones in the rest stop bathroom
When can we leave?

We have a knack for turning days into weeks
Full of pointless details, just a crease on a sleeve
You're twisted and you're bent like you're a Japanese tree
Yeah, you're twisted and you're bent like you're a Japanese tree

Pointless details, just a crease on a sleeve, yeah
Make up some news and then believe what you read, yeah
Lay it on heavy like you're sand on a beach, yeah
Lay it on heavy like you're sand on a beach, yeah

You need a place to go
And I have a place to leave
We'll split the gasoline
We'll sleep in the backseat
When can we leave?
When can we leave?
When can we leave?

Oh, you've got it figured out
And I'll learn eventually
We ditched our phones in the rest stop bathroom
Why can't we leave?
Why can't we leave?
Why can't we leave?
Why can't we leave?

Well, you need a place to go
And I have a place to leave
So what do we need?
What do we need?
We'll sleep in the backseat
And I'll learn eventually
'Cause you've got it figured out
So when can we leave?
We ditched our phones in the rest stop bathroom
When can we leave?
Well, you need a place to go
But where can it be?
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Writer: Isaac Brock, Jeremiah Green, Tom Peloso, Russell Higbee, Jim Fairchild
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Back to the Middle

Back to the middle and don't you remember?
Every day was another fish tank and your head
Swims around and you wrote us a letter
Sayin' things will get much better, goes
Back to the middle and don't you remember?
Every night, there's a tiny porch light in our chest
Pulls clouds of bugs to flutter
We felt loved as they carried us, carried us

Back to the middle and don't you remember?
Our head is a cage and the parrot loves to talk

We built a cabin and we built a castle
I just don't believe it was worth all the hassle, you know?
We lived in cities and we lived in caves
I guess I'd like to move back to the middle again

Back to the middle and don't you remember?
Our head is a cage and the parrot, it won't shut up

Back to the middle and don't you remember?
Now and then we would take our ladder and
See if we will climb to the heavens or
Shift our gaze and climb down to never go
Back to the middle and don't you remember?
Every winter, we would wish it were warmer and
Every summer, I will knit you a sweater
Scratch words in the dirt to remember that
We're up here right now, not forever, we'll
Be pulled right back down to the middle again
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Writer: Isaac Brock, Jim Fairchild, Jeremiah Green, Tom Peloso, Russell Higbee
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Back to: Modest Mouse


The Golden Casket is the seventh studio album by the American alternative rock band Modest Mouse, released on June 25, 2021, on Epic Records. Produced by Dave Sardy and Jacknife Lee, the album was preceded by the singles, "We Are Between", "Leave a Light On" and "The Sun Hasn't Left".

The album is the last to feature guitarist Jim Fairchild and Lisa Molinaro. Both departed from the band just days prior to the album's release. This was also the last album to feature drummer Jeremiah Green before his death in December 2022.
Genre(s): Alternative, Indie rock, alternative rock
Producer(s): Dave Sardy, Jacknife Lee
Length: 50:22
Released: June 25th, 2021
Year: 2021

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