T.P.R.K. - Civil by Hrajnik published on 2013/01/21 15:38:19 +0000 This is T.P.R.K., by my band Civil. Produced by: Jacob Hrajnik Recorded, mixed, and mastered in Pro Tools. LIKE US ON FACEBOOK: http://www.facebook.com/civillives Lyrics- Magnolia, rest assured this night, those lonely gulls will cast their anchors. Hold no concern when they tuck us in, there'll be no memories when we wake up on the ocean floor. We will grow apart. We will become coral. We will make for healthy fish for harvesting. Mercury may just sink into space and never return to the surface again. Though it's not up to us it's on gravity's end. And the land was all we ever had. Painting lines on the field. Here we are building graves for the athletes. We'll shake hands cold and blue. Here we are building graves for the athletes. Our eyes will sting, Here we are building graves for the athletes. From the ash. Here we are building graves for the athletes. Out of sync. It's something wrong without a trace of logic. But there's nothing wrong with always trying to keep safe.