FINGERPRINTS

Inspired by the time it took to heal the crime scene of my first broken heart
Written and performed by Dylan Owen
Co-produced by Skinny Atlas, Devin Arne
Music by Dylan Owen, Skinny Atlas, Devin Arne
Acoustic guitar played by Devin Arne
Live bass played by Nate Sander
Electric guitar played by Nate Sander
Additional live drums played by Nate Sander
Lead background vocals by Regina Zaremba
Background vocals by Andrew Arne, Skinny Atlas, Chloe Borthwick,
Conor Burnett, Andrew Laskaris, Beth Oldis, Gabe Valle,
Chelsea Wertheim, Regina Zaremba
Recorded at Sweet Sounds NYC
Additional recording by Tommy McCormick at Lovesound Studios in Walden, NY
Mixed by Billy Centenaro
Mastered by Chris Gehringer

I wish that we could leave behind
The remnants of our old lives
And start again once we've wiped clean all the fingerprints
Cuz I'm the only one that’s out here now
If you do come back around
I'm worried that you'll see I wasn't innocent

And I never left
I'm still right here hanging on

The parking lot princess spins dancing in her prom dress
The man in the moon frets wonders if he's on yet
He's seen a lot of things, a lot he couldn't process
For 24 years I've had my hands in my pockets
And my back against the car, notebooks under my armpit
When you come from a town that's never had a prophet
Everybody's almost famous they just haven't had their shot yet
To be honest I don't want to fill my head with that nonsense

Dark fills the clouds and heaven starts shifting
Rain floods the streets until everybody's swimming
I'm cursing up a storm as I talk under my breath
It's just like us to be in over our heads

I never left
I'm still right here hanging on
I'm still right here

I've got a first aid kit and two aching limbs
They always say that there's a first time for everything
I'm tired of wearing my first broken heart out on my sleeve
I've got a first class plan to be no one now
Got a first hand account of what it's all about
Being lonely as hell with my first broken bones out beside me

And I never left
I'm still right here hanging on

It's almost autumn now I feel it in my cheeks
As my face loses color, gives it back to the trees
I still can't believe how the time passes by us
Quarter century of our lives packed in cardboard boxes
The suicide singer steps back from the microphone
He sacrificed everything to get a little time to grow
Lived a lot of melodies, sang a lot of highs and lows
And wrote it on his forearm, "life is only rock n roll"

I've waited twenty four years to get a taste of it
A bathroom tile dreamer, bathing in my vacantness
An old man waiting at the train station's end
It's just like me to hang on by a thread

I never left
I'm still right here hanging on
I'm still right here

I've got a first aid kit and two aching limbs
They always say that there's a first time for everything
I'm tired of wearing my first broken heart out on my sleeve
I've got a first class plan to be no one now
Got a first hand account of what it's all about
Being lonely as hell with my first broken bones out beside me

And I never left
I'm still right here hanging on

Home isn't a place that we left
Isn't a place that we left
It's just a place in our heads
And we'll find it again
No one's breaking my home
Home isn't a place that we left
Isn't a place that we left
It's just a place in our heads
And we'll find it again
No one's breaking my home
Home isn't a place that we left
Isn't a place that we left
It's just a place in our heads
And we're finally home

I've got a first aid kit and two aching limbs
They always say that there's a first time for everything
I'm tired of wearing my first broken heart out on my sleeve
I've got a first class plan to be no one now
Got a first hand account of what it's all about
Being lonely as hell with my first broken bones out beside me
And I never left

I wish that we could leave behind
The remnants of our old lives
And start again once we've wiped clean all the fingerprints