Behind The Frontlines - Johnathan Rice

Blue light of morning, palm trees in rows

The end of my affair with the west coast

I was already dressed when she opened her mouth

Decided to give up the ghost

Helicopters, the coast guard and radar screens

The haunted and lonely technology

I’ll cut all my ties with the dead and the dying

I have been wasting my time

In need of a substance to steady my hands

I’m gonna make the most of this day’s plans

Falling in love with the shivering engines

Falling in love with the prettiest sound

I’m on your side

Behind the frontlines

A tear in the fabric that no one could see

But your heart was always unraveling

I gathered the twine as it trailed from behind

Collected it all in my coat

The Pacific Ocean you claim as your own

The vineyard, the graveyard, the grapes and the bones

Falling in love with the weight of the water

Falling in love with the taste of the ghost

I’m on your side

Behind the frontlines

On drugs in the dark with the one I love

That, my friends, is where I wish I was

Tied up in twine with the dead and the dying

Dragging back home under her control

She’s looking for someone to settle her debts

And I always settle for the silhouettes

Falling in love with some back-lighted stranger

Falling in love and going into the red

I’m on your side

Behind the frontlines