Chips and Vics

By Mercy Union

On The Quarry

Released on October 19, 2018

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We carry weight just like a stone

You hold my keys I'll carry yours

The only life I’ve ever known

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

You sprinkle doubt just like your cinnamon

The beauties in the subtle hand

It's hard to see from all the mess I'm in

Again

We’ll all be fine in the morning

Through our splitting headache dreams

But for a moment there we just stopped and we stared

As our bodies turned to steam

Can I be all that you need?

Can you see, maybe, if you can stand to stand by me?

You got the answers right in front of you

Yea they've been burning bright for years

It's hard to see it from this point of view

(Yeah yeah yeah yeah)

Some people's faith lies in the parable

They sharpen words like they were spears

I'd rather tangle with the tangible

For years

We'll all be fine in the morning

Through our splitting headache dreams

But for a moment there we just stopped and we stared

As our bodies turned to steam

Can I be all that you need?

Can you see, maybe, if you can stand to stand by me?