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released October 5, 2012

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Track Name: If We Were Still Lovers
IF WE WERE STILL LOVERS
Music and Lyrics by Amber Rubarth © 2015

If we were still lovers we'd travel the states
And walk hand in hand, then sneak off away
And when night time would come
You would say "good night sweet girl" to me
And I'd know what you mean
And our hearts would feel safe and our bodies alive
We'd have inside jokes, laugh til we cried
And you'd show me off and I'd let out a smile
Each time someone mentioned your name

And we'd walk through this world
With nothing left unturned
And you'd take me with you when you go
And we'd let our love drive
Like a dizzy drunken ride
That we could not resist or control

If we were still lovers I'd memorize your face
And paint every mood of yours green, brown and grey
And then sign off each canvas with a make-believe name
Like Lou Ellen or Maybelline Rose
And if we were still lovers I wouldn't feel empty
The heart in my chest would not be this heavy
My mind would be clear 'cause I wouldn't be fighting
A feeling I knew to be true

And we'd walk through this world
With nothing left unturned
And you'd take me with you when you go
And we'd let our love drive
Like a dizzy drunken ride
That we could not resist or control

If we were still lovers my dear
You'd whisper please come here
And we'd watch old films by the fire
And I'd pull you in tight
Track Name: Letter From My Lonelier Self (live recording feat. Dave Eggar Quartet)
LETTER FROM MY LONELIER SELF
Words & Music by Amber Rubarth (c) 2010 ASCAP Inspiraled Music

Here is a letter from my lonelier self
To the one that’s in love once again
I couldn’t find you so I thought that I would tell
You a few things with my favorite blue pen
This year’s been a hard one
Yeah I made so many big mistakes
I lost the heart that I’d been given
So when it’s love don’t wait to say what it is
When it’s love don’t wait to say what it is

After the fire is when the neighbors all come out
Their sadness dripping with relief it wasn’t them
And all your thoughts turn solid cause you’ve lost everything else
And you need a place to lay your head
And in the vacant silence of a lost Manhattan Boulevard
You’ll hear the answers if you listen
When it’s Love don’t wait to say what it is
When it’s Love don’t wait to say what it is

And I see couples kissing with their arms and fingers locked so tight
I hope they say the words we didn’t
When it’s Love don’t wait to say what it is
And don’t trade Love for an aimless embrace of the wind
Please don’t lose your Love the way that I did

Here is a letter from my lonelier self
To the one that’s in Love once again
Track Name: Pilot
Hiding out from the world,
Calendar days roll over,
think I'll stay in again tonight.

My heart's finally waking up,
but every day just gets colder,
Always one step, I'm always one step behind.

I'm slowly pouring out into the room and I can't control it,
My head is empty, time is running low, oh, oh.
Fuel's just a leak without a flame to heat it up inside.
I need a spark to ignite, a pilot, oh!
I need a spark to ignite my pilot, light.

Thumbing through photographs,
Paintings and old notepapers,
That I put with the charms I found.

Trying to find myself, or reinvent something greater,
Turning it up, I'm turning it upside down.

I'm slowly pouring out into the room and I can't control it,
My head is empty, time is running low, oh, oh.
Fuel's just a leak without a flame to heat it up inside.
I need a spark to ignite, a pilot, oh!
I need a spark to ignite my pilot,

I tried to find a falling star in the sky, but they don't come when you try.
They never come when you try.
It's all in time, it's all in time.

I'm slowly pouring out into the room and I can't control it,
My head is empty, time is running low, oh, oh.
Fuel's just a leak without a flame to heat it up inside.
I need a spark to ignite, a pilot, oh!
I need a spark to ignite, my pilot, oh!
I need a spark to ignite, my pilot, light.
Track Name: In The Creases
You’re the smell of the toast that you made in the mornings.
You’re the page in my book that I keep to myself.
You’re the unlocking sound when I turn my door key.
You’re the scar that I have from the time that I fell.
I can’t describe the faces.
I can’t recall the names.
But you remain...

I keep you in the creases.
I hide you in the folds.
Protect you from the sunlight.
Shield you from the cold.
Everybody said they were glad to see you go.
But no one ever has to know.

You’re the part of the moon that blends into the blackness.
Even though we know it’s really still there.
You’re the song that I sing and I don’t need to practice.
You’re the green shoes I keep though they’re too small to wear.
I can’t describe the faces.
I can’t recall the names.
But you remain...

I keep you in the creases.
I hide you in the folds.
Protect you from the sunlight.
Shield you from the cold.
Everybody said they were glad to see you go.
But no one ever has to
No one ever has to know the things that I refuse to see
And all the nights I still can’t sleep.
I curl up in the sheets
Between the creases where you used to be.

Once love wakes it never sleeps...
Even when you love a dream....
Track Name: Washing Day
Walking past my lover's house
Bitter taste still in my mouth
Too much whiskey, too much smoke
Last night's tears hang on my coat
But now the rain has stopped its fall
Streets shine like a mirror ball
Sun comes on, it's just enough
Watch the flower's waking up

It's washing day
It's washing day
Colors run and they fade away
It's washing day
It's washing day
Feel the threads like new again

Big machines all in a row
Mother with her child in tow
Change old paper for silver coins
Lose myself in all this noise
Wake up from a peaceful rest
Counting down, one minute left
Cotton stops its jog in place
I hold it warm against my face

It's washing day
It's washing day
Colors run and they fade away
It's washing day
It's washing day
Feel the threads like new again

What's this in my dungarees
In my back pocket, curled and creased
My old notebook, filled with you
Our secrets now just streaks of blue
It's all a mess, but beautiful
This emptiness, a gift I hold
I write a poem with you in mind
And leave the memories behind
I leave the memories behind

It's washing day
It's washing day
Colors run and they fade away
It's washing day
It's washing day
Feel the threads like new again
Feel the threads like new again
Feel the threads like new again