Written by Dan Hutt, who also sings and plays guitars and bass. Scott Schwister drums and Melissa Veys Marinovich sings, as does Daniel Christian. Mike Koehn assisted on the lead guitar arrangement.
Lyrics
"Contrived"
Though so far away from dreams can mean
less motivation--empty motions
I go through to get through--
doesn't mean just delayed gratification
since one good line is all it takes to bring back sun.
Though so far away from me,
it's clear she's a champion.
I gather up my strength,
but there is nothing men can say
on first approach undamaged,
and my hands do shake when it's revealed I like your face.
Asking the words to stop depression
no more crazy than to sit
warming cold hands by tv glare,
a desperate move producing artifact unfair.
Behind every natural swing, behind every flawless lead,
behind every apple tree, there is a schedule,
a beautiful set-up designed to be
only the aesthetic that I want you to see.
Rewinding special coffee line declines,
I take notes and make lists,
guarantee myself in verse
'cause I can't trust my soul
to private utilities to not leave town
holding all hope to bring back sun.
Free to juxtapose and graft, enclose
'cause even nature isn't pure,
manipulating garden verse,
dub off the master, birds-eye-view of the bird.
Behind every natural swing, behind every flawless lead,
behind every apple tree, there is a schedule,
a beautiful set-up designed to be
only the aesthetic that I want you to see.
Let the spirit out or guilty vines will climb,
donate the poison to avoid temptation of
assembling makeshift band to play the easy rhyme,
the consolation branch, one leaf to be my wife.