Anita Cazzola: Vocals
Liv Cazzola: Vocals, Piano, Pump Organ
Jillian Sauerteig: Cello
Braden Phelan: Guitar
Sam Boer: Percussion, Vibraphone
Sam Fitzpatrick: Bass
Sam Gleason: Piano
Eve Parker-Finley: Violin
Lyrics
I’m not even playing
guitar chords, just laying
my hands on the strings
‘til sounds match up with my feelings
I’m not even trying
to make you start crying
about all the things
that I can’t do while I’m lying
Alone on the bed
with my fully drenched head
and it’s all I can do
to just stand up and face it
I’m not even sure what this
“it” really is
but it floods in too often
to dry up between them
I’m not even saying
I can’t stand the waiting
it’s just that I know
I will be happier someday
I’m not even feeling
just un-and-re-weaving
this hole that I bear
which is still raw from all the teasing
I’m not even hearing
you trying to ease me -
it’s not as simple as
keep steady breathing
I’m not even sure what this
“it” really is
But it floods in too often
to dry up between them
So I’m not even asking,
I just need to bask in
this one little ray of
sunlight that’s coming in