In these flowers I found you, the truest red that I'd ever seen
Until you cut yourself on their thorns
You winced and, I kissed you
I kissed your palms and we both laughed
So unaware of the gathering storm
It's gonna rain
It's gonna rain
'Til the levee breaks
And a tidal wave
Of fear and pain
Carries us away
I'll never fade
Into the night
Until nothing else remains
How do we find
Heaven from the hurricane
No shelter, no shadows, the quiet song of your breath stirs the dark
Your skin like the rose at my hands
And I can't keep from wondering why nothing could
Could ever stay
My faith feels
Like a fist full of sand
It's gonna rain
It's gonna rain
'Til the levee breaks
And a tidal wave
Of fear and pain
Carries us away
I'll never fade
Into the night
Until nothing else remains
How do we find
Heaven from the hurricane
It's gonna rain
It's gonna rain
'Til the levee breaks
And a tidal wave
Of fear and pain
Carries us away
I'll never fade
Into the night
Until nothing else remains
How do we find
Heaven from the hurricane
Thrice - To Be Everywhere Is To Be Nowhere Album Lyrics
Thrice - To Be Everywhere Is To Be Nowhere Lyrics
Writer: DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Blood On The Sand
We wave our flags, we swallow fear like medicine
We kiss the hands of profiteers and their congressmen
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate)
Yeah, I've had enough (and I'm not afraid)
To raise a shout, to make it clear
This has to end
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
And there's a there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be
And I'm sick of it, I'm so sick of this
We panic at the sight of different-colored skin
And we've got a plan to justify each mess we're in
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate)
I've had enough (and I'm not afraid)
To take a stand, to make it right, this has to end
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
And there's a there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be
And I'm sick of it, I'm so sick of this
Fear will kill your mind and steal your love as sure as anything
Fear will rob you blind and make you numb to others' suffering
And I've felt its touch too many times and I've had enough
I've had enough
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
And there's a gun in your hand, or there might as well be
Are you sick of it, I'm so sick of this
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
There's a gun in your hand, or there's might as well be
Aren't you sick of it, I'm just sick of this
'Cause I'm sick, I'm sick of this
I'm so sick of this mess
We kiss the hands of profiteers and their congressmen
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate)
Yeah, I've had enough (and I'm not afraid)
To raise a shout, to make it clear
This has to end
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
And there's a there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be
And I'm sick of it, I'm so sick of this
We panic at the sight of different-colored skin
And we've got a plan to justify each mess we're in
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate)
I've had enough (and I'm not afraid)
To take a stand, to make it right, this has to end
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
And there's a there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be
And I'm sick of it, I'm so sick of this
Fear will kill your mind and steal your love as sure as anything
Fear will rob you blind and make you numb to others' suffering
And I've felt its touch too many times and I've had enough
I've had enough
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
And there's a gun in your hand, or there might as well be
Are you sick of it, I'm so sick of this
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
There's a gun in your hand, or there's might as well be
Aren't you sick of it, I'm just sick of this
'Cause I'm sick, I'm sick of this
I'm so sick of this mess
Writer: DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
The Window
All that I know's within the walls of this room where there's a window
Awfully boarded up
It's true the gaps are patched
But even through the tiny cracks
I feel the wind blow
I see a light it's strange as
You, and there's nothing I can say
There's no way I can prove
That there's a place
Beyond this room
But still, there's something in the way
The light comes shining through
And in the way
Colors move
Late in the night I lay awake
My eyes fixed on the window
Swing my ears until
I thought
That I might have heard a song
Somehow hiding in the soft glow
All this time, and never
You, and there's nothing I can say
There's no way I can prove
That there's a place
Beyond this room
But still, there's something in the way
The light comes shining through
And in the way
Colors move
I found a note scratched in the wall
In a pained and earnest scrawl
The hand I recognized was somehow mine already slight with dread
There's no wind and there's no light
There's no song in here at night
There's nowhere to hide, we're terrified
It's all inside your head
Still, there's something in the way
The light comes shining through
And in the way
The way the curtains move
Awfully boarded up
It's true the gaps are patched
But even through the tiny cracks
I feel the wind blow
I see a light it's strange as
You, and there's nothing I can say
There's no way I can prove
That there's a place
Beyond this room
But still, there's something in the way
The light comes shining through
And in the way
Colors move
Late in the night I lay awake
My eyes fixed on the window
Swing my ears until
I thought
That I might have heard a song
Somehow hiding in the soft glow
All this time, and never
You, and there's nothing I can say
There's no way I can prove
That there's a place
Beyond this room
But still, there's something in the way
The light comes shining through
And in the way
Colors move
I found a note scratched in the wall
In a pained and earnest scrawl
The hand I recognized was somehow mine already slight with dread
There's no wind and there's no light
There's no song in here at night
There's nowhere to hide, we're terrified
It's all inside your head
Still, there's something in the way
The light comes shining through
And in the way
The way the curtains move
Writer: DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Wake Up
Just a little sleep
A little slumber
Little folding of the hands to rest
It's what we tell ourselves but we know we're gonna just
Lay here 'til the sun's gone to rest
But there were boxes in the garden
And there's an old man at the door
When the wind is right and the skies show favor
When the heat has died and the day is cool
We tell ourselves that we'll do it later
When we know full well that that ain't true
And I was frozen at the window
And I was breaking down the door
Tomorrow we gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
I hear them coming back for more
Gotta wake up
Oh, we say we'll do it when things settle down
We say we'll do it when the season's through
Say we'll do it when we get around to it
But it's already overdue
But there were boxes in the garden
And there's an old man at the door
Tomorrow's song is a siren singing
Such a sweet and sudden lullaby
Tomorrow's song has got us clinging
To the promise of the by-and-by
And I was frozen at the window
And I was breaking down the door
Tomorrow we gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
I hear them coming back for more
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
I hear them coming back for more
We gotta wake
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
I hear them coming back for more
Come on, we gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
Oh I think they're gathering for war
A little slumber
Little folding of the hands to rest
It's what we tell ourselves but we know we're gonna just
Lay here 'til the sun's gone to rest
But there were boxes in the garden
And there's an old man at the door
When the wind is right and the skies show favor
When the heat has died and the day is cool
We tell ourselves that we'll do it later
When we know full well that that ain't true
And I was frozen at the window
And I was breaking down the door
Tomorrow we gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
I hear them coming back for more
Gotta wake up
Oh, we say we'll do it when things settle down
We say we'll do it when the season's through
Say we'll do it when we get around to it
But it's already overdue
But there were boxes in the garden
And there's an old man at the door
Tomorrow's song is a siren singing
Such a sweet and sudden lullaby
Tomorrow's song has got us clinging
To the promise of the by-and-by
And I was frozen at the window
And I was breaking down the door
Tomorrow we gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
I hear them coming back for more
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
I hear them coming back for more
We gotta wake
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
I hear them coming back for more
Come on, we gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
We gotta wake up
Oh I think they're gathering for war
Writer: DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
The Long Defeat
The tyranny of deterioration
Worries me that it's all just a waste of time
Take it one step forward, two steps back
Still I believe there's a breath through the thorns
And I believe the summer's warm
And I believe that it's ever bright beyond this black
So keep holding on
To hope without assurance
Holding on
To a memory of light
And when the morning comes
All I know
We'll never see the sun
But together we'll fight the long defeat
Suffering that I see all around
It's enough to keep me crashing down
'Til I, I'm wrecked and wreathing from these falls
Still I believe there's a wood in the wire
And I believe there's a way through the fire
And I, believe, there's a joy that blooms beyond these walls
So keep holding on
To hope without assurance
Holding on
To a memory of light
And when the morning comes
All I know
We'll never see the sun
But together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Worries me that it's all just a waste of time
Take it one step forward, two steps back
Still I believe there's a breath through the thorns
And I believe the summer's warm
And I believe that it's ever bright beyond this black
So keep holding on
To hope without assurance
Holding on
To a memory of light
And when the morning comes
All I know
We'll never see the sun
But together we'll fight the long defeat
Suffering that I see all around
It's enough to keep me crashing down
'Til I, I'm wrecked and wreathing from these falls
Still I believe there's a wood in the wire
And I believe there's a way through the fire
And I, believe, there's a joy that blooms beyond these walls
So keep holding on
To hope without assurance
Holding on
To a memory of light
And when the morning comes
All I know
We'll never see the sun
But together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Together we'll fight the long defeat
Writer: DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Black Honey
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees 'cause I
I want honey on my table
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees 'cause I
I want honey on my table
But I never get it right
No, I never get it right
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees
I can't understand why they're stinging me
But I'll do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest
Do you understand I deserve the best?
Till you do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
I try to stick this pin through a butterfly 'cause I
I like all the pretty colors
It just fell apart, so I flung it in the fire
To burn with all the others
'Cause I never get it right
No, I never get it right
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees
I can't understand why they're stinging me
But I'll do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest
Do you understand I deserve the best?
Till you do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
This time, I'll get it right
This time, I'll get it right
It's gonna be this time, I'll get it right
God, let it be this time I get it right
So I'm cutting that branch off the cherry tree
Singing, "This will be my victory,"
Then I see them coming after me
And they're following me across the sea
And now they're stinging my friends and my family
And I don't know why this is happening
But I'll do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees 'cause I
I want honey on my table
I want honey on my table
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees 'cause I
I want honey on my table
But I never get it right
No, I never get it right
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees
I can't understand why they're stinging me
But I'll do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest
Do you understand I deserve the best?
Till you do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
I try to stick this pin through a butterfly 'cause I
I like all the pretty colors
It just fell apart, so I flung it in the fire
To burn with all the others
'Cause I never get it right
No, I never get it right
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees
I can't understand why they're stinging me
But I'll do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
I'll rip and smash through the hornet's nest
Do you understand I deserve the best?
Till you do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
This time, I'll get it right
This time, I'll get it right
It's gonna be this time, I'll get it right
God, let it be this time I get it right
So I'm cutting that branch off the cherry tree
Singing, "This will be my victory,"
Then I see them coming after me
And they're following me across the sea
And now they're stinging my friends and my family
And I don't know why this is happening
But I'll do what I want
I'll do what I please
I'll do it again till I've got what I need
I keep swinging my hand through a swarm of bees 'cause I
I want honey on my table
Writer: Dustin Michael Kensrue, Edward Carrington Breckenridge, James Riley Breckenridge, Teppei Teranishi
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Stay With Me
You were a silhouette, shimmering shadow in the mirror with ash and snow
I took your fevered hands, felt like embers of the world's dying glow
And you were featherlike as I carried you quietly through the crumbling streets
And in the fading light I could see in your eyes that somehow we were meant to meet
Would you stay with me?
If you thought the war was over
And everything made right
Would you still believe in us?
And would your love for me grow colder?
With no one left to fight
Would you stay with me?
Would you stay with me?
After the fever left, together we scavaged through the city and her scars
And when the day would end, by the door against the demons and the dark
We'd share a can of something, a bottle of bourbon I'd hid away
It wore me from within, and you from without
'Til I forget the chilling grief
Would you stay with me?
If you thought the war was over
And everything made right
Would you still believe in us?
And would your love for me grow colder?
With no one left to fight
Would you stay with me?
Would you stay with me?
Oh, it seems like every night
You lie in bed and worry that the world would start to heal
Now I'm terrified
If the demons start to ask if what we have is real
Would you stay with me?
If you thought the war was over
And everything made right
Would you still believe in us?
And would your love for me grow colder?
With no one left to fight
Would you stay with me?
Would you stay with me?
I took your fevered hands, felt like embers of the world's dying glow
And you were featherlike as I carried you quietly through the crumbling streets
And in the fading light I could see in your eyes that somehow we were meant to meet
Would you stay with me?
If you thought the war was over
And everything made right
Would you still believe in us?
And would your love for me grow colder?
With no one left to fight
Would you stay with me?
Would you stay with me?
After the fever left, together we scavaged through the city and her scars
And when the day would end, by the door against the demons and the dark
We'd share a can of something, a bottle of bourbon I'd hid away
It wore me from within, and you from without
'Til I forget the chilling grief
Would you stay with me?
If you thought the war was over
And everything made right
Would you still believe in us?
And would your love for me grow colder?
With no one left to fight
Would you stay with me?
Would you stay with me?
Oh, it seems like every night
You lie in bed and worry that the world would start to heal
Now I'm terrified
If the demons start to ask if what we have is real
Would you stay with me?
If you thought the war was over
And everything made right
Would you still believe in us?
And would your love for me grow colder?
With no one left to fight
Would you stay with me?
Would you stay with me?
Writer: DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Death From Above
I always thought, I always thought, that there was something different, setting us apart
That I was led, that I was led by men with sober minds and sympathetic hearts
I swore an oath, swore an oath, but never knew just what it was to take a life
To play at God, play at God across such distances and from so great a height
But I am never sure who I am killing
How many innocents were in the building?
I drop death out of the
No longer human beings, no longer people
Just targets on a screen, none of it's real
I drop death out of the sky
Tell me why
One day they sent, one day they sent me to the chaplain when I said I can't go on
All he said, all he said was just to shut my mouth and do the will of God
But I am never sure who I am killing
How many innocents were in the building?
I drop death out of the
No longer human beings, no longer people
Just targets on a screen, none of it's real
I drop death out of the sky
Tell me why
Tell me why
To make us safe, so it would seem
But we shoot further than we dream
Can't we see, we only justify
Someone's resolve to rise against
And to avenge the innocent
And defend the ones that still survive
I'm still asking why
That I was led, that I was led by men with sober minds and sympathetic hearts
I swore an oath, swore an oath, but never knew just what it was to take a life
To play at God, play at God across such distances and from so great a height
But I am never sure who I am killing
How many innocents were in the building?
I drop death out of the
No longer human beings, no longer people
Just targets on a screen, none of it's real
I drop death out of the sky
Tell me why
One day they sent, one day they sent me to the chaplain when I said I can't go on
All he said, all he said was just to shut my mouth and do the will of God
But I am never sure who I am killing
How many innocents were in the building?
I drop death out of the
No longer human beings, no longer people
Just targets on a screen, none of it's real
I drop death out of the sky
Tell me why
Tell me why
To make us safe, so it would seem
But we shoot further than we dream
Can't we see, we only justify
Someone's resolve to rise against
And to avenge the innocent
And defend the ones that still survive
I'm still asking why
Writer: DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Whistleblower
You told me not to worry
It's all for the greater good
Who made you judge and jury
Who gave you the axe and hood
You wanted it sealed
I'll tell the real story
I'm no bird that sings
I'm the whistleblower
Wake up and take warning
Congressmen and kings
I'm the whistleblower
Waiting in the wings
You told me keep it quiet
That I'd ruin everything
But I'd rather start a riot
Than help you pull these strings
You told me to kneel
I'll tell the real story
I'm no bird that sings
I'm the whistleblower
Wake up and take warning
Congressmen and kings
I'm the whistleblower
Waiting in the wings
Watching, waiting in the wings
I'll tell the real story
I'm no bird that sings
I'm the whistleblower
Wake up and take warning
Congressmen and kings
I'm the whistleblower
Waiting in the wings
Watching, waiting in the wings
Watching, waiting in the wings
It's all for the greater good
Who made you judge and jury
Who gave you the axe and hood
You wanted it sealed
I'll tell the real story
I'm no bird that sings
I'm the whistleblower
Wake up and take warning
Congressmen and kings
I'm the whistleblower
Waiting in the wings
You told me keep it quiet
That I'd ruin everything
But I'd rather start a riot
Than help you pull these strings
You told me to kneel
I'll tell the real story
I'm no bird that sings
I'm the whistleblower
Wake up and take warning
Congressmen and kings
I'm the whistleblower
Waiting in the wings
Watching, waiting in the wings
I'll tell the real story
I'm no bird that sings
I'm the whistleblower
Wake up and take warning
Congressmen and kings
I'm the whistleblower
Waiting in the wings
Watching, waiting in the wings
Watching, waiting in the wings
Writer: DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Salt And Shadow
The sky took its cue
Every color and hue on display
'Til thick veils of indigo signaled the end of the day
But each landscape that lies in the mirror of your eyes turns to grey
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
On the edge of a knife's
Like your living your life on the stage
You're talking through glass
Would you swear photographs on a page
Oh we're never alone but we're each in our own little cage
Ooh, ooh
You're here but it's clear
You're just salt and shadow
Here half a world away
You're here but you're nearly a hologram
Here, still so far away
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
You manage to hide even here by my side where we lay
Here in this bed where I sense every thread start to fray
And I feel our skin touch but there's only so much you can say
You're here but it's clear
You're just salt and shadow
Here half a world away
You're here but you're nearly a hologram
Here, still so far away
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
You're here but it's clear
You're just salt and shadow
Here half a world away
You're here but it's clear
You're just salt and shadow
Here half a world away
Every color and hue on display
'Til thick veils of indigo signaled the end of the day
But each landscape that lies in the mirror of your eyes turns to grey
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
On the edge of a knife's
Like your living your life on the stage
You're talking through glass
Would you swear photographs on a page
Oh we're never alone but we're each in our own little cage
Ooh, ooh
You're here but it's clear
You're just salt and shadow
Here half a world away
You're here but you're nearly a hologram
Here, still so far away
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
You manage to hide even here by my side where we lay
Here in this bed where I sense every thread start to fray
And I feel our skin touch but there's only so much you can say
You're here but it's clear
You're just salt and shadow
Here half a world away
You're here but you're nearly a hologram
Here, still so far away
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh
You're here but it's clear
You're just salt and shadow
Here half a world away
You're here but it's clear
You're just salt and shadow
Here half a world away
Writer: DUSTIN MICHAEL KENSRUE, EDWARD CARRINGTON BRECKENRIDGE, JAMES RILEY BRECKENRIDGE, TEPPEI TERANISHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
To Be Everywhere Is to Be Nowhere is the ninth studio album by American rock band Thrice. The album was released on May 27, 2016, through Vagrant Records. To Be Everywhere Is to Be Nowhere is Thrice's first release after a four-year hiatus that lasted from mid-2012 to mid-2015, and the band's first album of original material in five years since 2011's Major/Minor. During the hiatus, most of the band members continued performing music and pursued other interests, which included moving to other cities or states with their new families.
After reuniting and performing sporadic festival dates in 2015, Thrice announced the band's intention to release a new album the following year. Because of the distance between the members' new homes, the demos for To Be Everywhere Is to Be Nowhere were written, recorded, shared and worked on digitally using software programs that were not as prevalent before they went on hiatus. Produced by Eric Palmquist, the resulting recording was a hard rock, post-hardcore and grunge album that features songs with more politically and socially charged lyrics than those on previous Thrice albums.
Thrice formally announced the release of To Be Everywhere Is to Be Nowhere in March 2016 and released two singles in support of the album; "Black Honey" in May 2016 and "Hurricane" in April 2017. The album managed to reach number 15 on the Billboard 200, and received mostly positive reviews from critics; some were moved by the lyrical aspects, while many others praised the album's sonic diversity, especially the heavier parts.
Because most members of Thrice settled down and started families during their hiatus, the band decided to be more selective about its touring schedules after reforming so the members could spend more time at home
Genre(s):
Post-hardcore, hard rock, grunge After reuniting and performing sporadic festival dates in 2015, Thrice announced the band's intention to release a new album the following year. Because of the distance between the members' new homes, the demos for To Be Everywhere Is to Be Nowhere were written, recorded, shared and worked on digitally using software programs that were not as prevalent before they went on hiatus. Produced by Eric Palmquist, the resulting recording was a hard rock, post-hardcore and grunge album that features songs with more politically and socially charged lyrics than those on previous Thrice albums.
Thrice formally announced the release of To Be Everywhere Is to Be Nowhere in March 2016 and released two singles in support of the album; "Black Honey" in May 2016 and "Hurricane" in April 2017. The album managed to reach number 15 on the Billboard 200, and received mostly positive reviews from critics; some were moved by the lyrical aspects, while many others praised the album's sonic diversity, especially the heavier parts.
Because most members of Thrice settled down and started families during their hiatus, the band decided to be more selective about its touring schedules after reforming so the members could spend more time at home
Producer(s): Eric Palmquist
Length: 41:36
Released: May 27th, 2016
Year: 2016