Luke Kirkland plays guitar and keyboards and sings. 　　 　　James Towlson plays bass and keyboards and harmonizes. 　　 　　Jason Perry plays lead guitar. 　　 　　Jeffrey Walsh plays drums. 　　 　　.......................................................................................... 　　 　　recorded and mixed by Luke Kirkland with additional engineering by James Towlson 　　 　　cover photograph by Michael Wriston 　　 　　design by Luke Kirkland 　　 　　mastered by Nick Zampiello and Rob Gonnella at New Alliance East 　　 　　.......................................................................................... 　　 　　LYRICS 　　 　　I’ve been walking on my hands 　　In shoes with soles that snapped 　　At the balls at cracks so they halve and fold back flat 　　Where the thread’s bound fast with lashes. 　　 　　I dressed the scraps in spats 　　And patched the gash with pitch 　　And a makeshift cast but still my knuckles dragged 　　So I laid right back down and napped. 　　 　　Give a little in my delicate hour. 　　And I’ll take you back now. Payback. 　　Half a minute to pack when I get out 　　Oh please, give me my nerve back someday soon. 　　 　　Sudoku. 　　 　　So this car in our culdesac— 　　It curls and shuttles back, 　　Drifts a tad and swerves towards our trash 　　And it throws the gas as it crashes. 　　 　　The refuse-pregnant bags 　　Explode across the grass, 　　And I stare aghast as the asshole speeds right past, 　　Bears his gnashers, and laughs. 　　 　　Give a little in my delicate hour. 　　And I’ll take you back now. Payback. 　　Half a minute to pack when I get out 　　Oh please, give me my nerve back someday soon. 　　 　　Sudoku. 　　 　　I keep eyes on the scions of excess 　　And the lines stretched out of the discotechs. 　　I feel low. I feel high. 　　 　　I keep eyes in the age of accomplice 　　Pitting sides to split lines as a best defense: 　　“You go low and I’ll go high.” 　　 　　I keep eyes on the aged and accomplished, 　　Killing time on what’s saved from a mess to reflect, 　　“I’ve seen low and I’ve seen high.” 　　 　　I keep eyes...