Album Preview- 2014 "Songs From A Room That Never Moves"

by Silver Ships

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released 23 January 2013
Recorded and Produced by Chazz Bessette and Kat Hernandez. All songs written and performed by Chazz Bessette with keys by Will Bryant on Poor Thief of Hearts.

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Track Name: Summer's Gone
Summers gone and it's a shame

The things we want to do remain

Dirt on the streets track around by our feet down the drain

Home all alone where we keep moving on just the same



Weather's growing old and grey

Summer's gone away

Weather's growing old and grey

Summer's gone away



Here we are again my friend

Down to pen and ink again

Sent no return with the fire that burned left the flame

But the rain that fell fed the wishing well just the same



Weather's growing old and grey

Summer's gone away

Weather's growing old and grey

Summer's gone away
Track Name: My Dear Friend
Hey there lovely would you sit by me?

Underneath this apple tree we could talk for a while

We could pass all the time like it was nothing at all

like it was nothing at all



Hey there lovely with your sun dress on

We could laugh and carry on we could write ourselves a song

that could last just as the day is long

That would last just as the day is long



Hours pass just like dandelions blowing in the wind

That we'll never see again

but I hope to see you again



My dear friend, My dear friend

My dear friend, My dear friend

My dear friend, My dear friend

My dear friend, My dear friend



Hours pass just like dandelions blowing in the wind

That we'll never see again

but I hope to see you again



My dear friend, My dear friend

My dear friend, My dear friend

My dear friend, My dear friend

My dear friend, My dear friend
Track Name: Poor Thief of Hearts
The air is anything but still

Carries sound of trying will

Thief of breath you will surely catch a death



Not so gracious was our host

Who comes around to show her ghost

The only haunted soul will be her own



Poor thief of hearts with words that are art

Still singing sweet and lonely

Dead as a bone going dry as a stone

Still singing sweet and lonely



A disappearing act that stalls

Looking out through windowed walls

Curtains drawn and now you're all alone



In a notebook you will rest

Where you did your level best

grave of pages many ages old



Poor thief of hearts with words that are art

Still singing sweet and lonely

Dead as a bone going dry as a stone

Still singing sweet and lonely