Lost And Found (Inside Out)

Keep the music loud, the lights and the speakers are cutting through the sound of my own background noise until I catch her voice and she grabs my hand and says "Lets go outside, I need the air and I like that no one's around!"
Put the blankets down, I'm numbered with the 'lost and found' and it's too late to sleep, she moves in closer and she's whispering while she taps my hand and says "Lets go outside, we'll catch the breeze and I like that you are around."

Outside wasn't the best view, it was cold and it was nights like these that she said she loved, convincingly as she flicked her hair and moved into me.

We're buried under sheets, the white gold reflecting everything I ever saw in her, everything I saw when she took my hand and said "Lets go outside, you need to breathe, there's no need to be alone."

Outside wasn't the best view, it was cold and it was nights like these that she said she loved, convincingly as she flicked her hair and moved into me.

Written by Chris Yeoman

Photos

Vincent White - Guitar

Chris Yeoman- Guitar

David Yeoman - Vocals

I See Skeletons Weaving In And Out Of Trees ( I Think They're Playing Hide And Seek)

Another lie to save...another lie to save face. Well, I think I got away...I think I got away with it this time.

I'm collecting failures like they're pennies in a jar and bouncing them off concrete like bodies onto cars, just to see how far they'll go and to hear the sound of change, I'm spinning like a silver piece and heading for the drain.
Well the moon went to sleep before we ever did, we used to walk like giants but we were still kids and we'd pass out like sailors on the living room floor, with the birds in the background singing at dawn.

Another lie to save us from being singled out. We are transparent like airwaves, sending signals out. I'm lighting matches because I like the sound but I'll wrap myself in your coat; it should save me for now.

Sitting in a car park, writing everything down on paper that rejects every thought about how I miss my friends and how I miss our youth and I'm pretty sure I'd die if it wasn't for you. You burn away the venom and kiss me like a cure, you put me back together and make me something more.
You awake like a flower and I feel like the sun, warming your bones as I watch you go (As I watch you go.)

Another lie to save us from being singled out. We are transparent like airwaves, sending signals out. I'm lighting matches because I like the sound but I'll wrap myself in your coat; it should save me for now.

Send the signals out...save me for now.

Written by Chris Yeoman - The Cardiac Solution - 2006

Like you

Last night I stumbled in; those kind shouts were too much for me. Floor boards gently creek, I'm falling down on bended knees. Second hand conversation is all that seems to go around, why do they insist that I'm failing, when I was the one to speak out loud?

Despite what it may seem, I'm tired of critics spilling ink all over me, all over my name, unkept secrets are to blame. I'm grasping winters absent leaves, thinking of her and what this means. Diary entries torn apart, every letter reflects the past.

I will never be like you I promise.
I will never be like you I promise.

Chapters sealed with apologies, I question what you think. You pretend like you're doing this to love me, I feel like you hate me.

I will never be like you I promise.

You think you know the story but you don't know anything at all. The situation is unexplainable, so don't try to understand me. Don't walk like you're special, you live to burn potential. Climbing to a height away, I'll come down when people change.

I will never be like you I promise.

Written by Chris Yeoman, David Yeoman and Vincent White - 2002

Prarie Roote Run Deep

We hear the solemn sigh of the endless prarie skyline as our jaded eyes dilate to new possibities... well I hope heaven nurses us back to health again, heaven nurses us back to health...this way I recall, we used to slouch in sunken chairs while the t.v taught us "how to" love with grace and confidence the evening was filled with laughter silhouettes in a dim lit room "in our hearts" we prayed for faith, just like we had when we were kids "boy we were so invincible" but now the clock ticks like a time bomb and nothing hurts as bad as growing old.

We hear the solemn sigh of the endless prarie skyline, as our jaded eyes dilate to new possibilities... and I hope heaven nurses us back to health again, heaven nurses us back to health...this way now we punctuate our dialogue and fold ourselves into an envelope we sing ourselves to sleep and wake up on separate islands (lalala)

Written by Vincent White - 2006

Through Poetic Eyes

Dreams cascade like stolen petals, plucked to smell the morning then dropped to the terrain to fade. Close the gate and chase the number 1 to town. Rush to clock in while forgetting the wilting raindrop. Reality takes over and shrieks like a dragon, burning every fairytale away.

Let's view this with poetic eyes, nobody has to know. The smears on the glass are blurring the etches we made that spell out 'imagine'.

The sun tucks you in with a black blanket covered in bright spies. Everyone's watching but don't stir. Behind the door we are less than safe but alone. Hallways are varnished to reflect our white collars. (Well don't you look special!) Tomorrow we'll look ahead to an emerald dawn and reach deeper into the day.

We were point five and told we could be, in a limitless world where anything is possible, (until you're eighteen) is written is small print! Then you wake up in someone else's dream and lose all sight of the scratches we made on bedposts with playful hands that turn into artificial tools. Let's leave the industry and get back what was promised.

Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003

Themyscira

We lay together and let perfection take its place. The green in your eyes is like my kyrptonite, making me weaker with each stare. The one line that always remains with us until the end, "Nothing's gonna stop us now."

We could stay like this forever and it wouldn't seem too long. With every kiss comes a romantic gesture, my eyes only ever for you.

It's like I caught my heart in the train door when you left and the distance keeps us apart, yet brings us closer, it keeps us missing and wanting back those nights, where nothing else mattered except you and I falling in love.

Dance with me, we'll make the night our own. We're holding each other tight but there are no words known that can describe how it feels to be with you like this. Take my hand, I'll make you my princess, you look like one tonight.

Written by David Yeoman

You Can Call This Closure

It's autumn and I'm up late in my room, playing these songs that remind me of you, well I was hoping you'd call but that's optimistic, I should have seen this coming when you became logistical.
Impatiently pacing, the breeze is unfriendly, the trees are affluent; seeing red feels so familiar! Why don't you hide behind what you find simple, let's act as if your intent makes you believable.

See me here standing alone as you carve out my silhouette with looks you used to kill! Those pretty daggers, that seem so harmless until you turn me around.

Throw me a line that makes yourself feel better, keeps me at arms length, where I'm at your leisure. "I don't want to hurt you..." was said with sincerity, but "If I do, I'm sorry, it's meant to be".

See me here standing alone as you carve out my silhouette with looks you used to kill! Those pretty daggers, that seem so harmless until you turn me around.

You can call this closure and I'll take my words back!
You can call this closure, I'm betting that you'd like that!

Written by Chris Yeoman, David Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006

Summer Breeze And Maps Of Tahiti

In a dream, I saw a chalk outline of a devastated town and it was a sorry site for the passers by, but I guess its exactly how it should be, because I never really liked it, no I never really liked it. Falling bombs were a favor from above; perhaps we can rebuild something healthier.

I'll set sail when the sun dies, when there's nothing left to keep me warm inside.

I don't want to die, rooted to the ground; the roots go so deep, they're looking for water. Have you ever felt homesick for somewhere you don't know? Well that won't go away, no that won't go away.

I'll set sail when the sun dies, when there's nothing left to keep me warm inside.

I'll steal cheap souvenirs and conversation pieces, anything to remind me that this was never home. This was never home.

I'll set sail when the sun dies, when there's nothing left to keep me warm inside.

Written by Vincent White - The Cardiac Solution

The Credits Roll

They are so confident on the TV screen. Her pretty brown eyes watch the way he leans towards her, we know what's coming next, that Hollywood kiss and fingers on her neck.

I've known you all my life but for the first time (For the first time) you have left me speechless.

When it's quiet I can hear the piano ring. Nothing is complicated kissing on the swings. The ladder was just a metaphor, progress to the last steps and then it's finally yours.

He's busy writing scripts for the deadline next week. She lies on the dock, just above the creek. She's thinking back to movie nights, they were just best friends but now she is his wife.

I've known you all my life but for the first time (For the first time) you have left me speechless.

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Yeoman. 2003 - Nauvoo

Gerbera

Glamour is the charm, staring into space, am I the one who is keeping you awake? The clock's in time with the rise of your chest, now our lungs must inflate on new breath to glide on and be counted for.
Zebra crossing lines keep us apart, overstep a shade to put us on par. A matchbox with a view of the coast, the illustration that will never let us stray...away.

Chase fireflies and put them in jars, keep this ablaze and keep me warm. Look at the sky; it's grazing the lights where we came from. Pretty in flames, encircled with fame to some degree, in awe of the sky, it's grazing the lights where we came from.

Outside of the square means the canvas is grey. Stand by the vase with the gerbera's shades, the brilliant orange is tinting your skin, which is the course I choose to make me blend in with you. We own this souvenir.

The set is so red, the field is so blessed. The embers are shining in your eyes, the embers are shining in my eyes.

Written by Chris Yeoman -2003- Nauvoo

Wed Lock And Lost Keys

Take the wine out of her hand, tie up the laces on her gown, remove the shades of the room and sleep. Never felt so unwelcome, said I was a gentlemen but I'll count to ten and let that one go. I would change a chord to suit the way you always change your moods. Pack away the indecisive spells.
I'm that good you wish you were me, bad words in your mouth so done with...

Seventy sins you won't forsake, seven more that you can't break, I can hear the clock strike three, your voice is too loud and I cannot... (Leave)

Morning awakes "where are my clothes? My head hurts..." I told you so. Unveil the secrets of this lying town. Take the weapon from her hand, the bullet's gone without a sound, I can't hear anymore, so calm. Her face glows like it's ashamed! Who called out "resuscitate", my body aches and I can't see. I would write a line to suit the way you always kill the mood. I put up with inconsistent spells.

I'm that good you wish you were me, bad taste in your mouth, so drunk with...

Seventy sins you won't forsake, seven more that you can't break, I can hear the clock strike three, your voice is too loud and I cannot breathe.

I lay in wait for you. I lie in wait for you...

Written by Chris Yeoman - Nauvoo

Castle Grounds

Castle grounds, where we hung out, the courtyard where we ran around, pretending you're a princess, inventing that I'm the prince, to rescue you or capture you whatever you decide, I will talk to you for years about anything you want.

Couldn't help notice I was obvious, time to kiss now I'm "so sensitive", that's what she said, she knows I care, soft looks and longing stares. (Longing stares)

Click the button to contain you, a picture for my motel room, here resides a princess, you model that crown so well. Anxiety always moulds me, you're the cure, my self esteem. I breathe in your perfume, so content in security.

Sometimes the sky holds me down, sometimes the earth is not round, I want to take me out, I want to take you out... I want to take you out of here.

Written by Chris Yeoman - Nauvoo

Acoustic Park

She made me a bracelet and tied it on my wrist; I stood so quiet for the first time in weeks. She knows that she's perfect, tying back her hair, I'm at her mercy, my heart is trembling. I hope these are the words that a crowd would want to sing? Can you also relate to how she creates these feelings?

I threw a pillow to see her smile, and she always graces the tone. That violet eye shadow shelters those stars, if they were to ever fall like water from a rock, I would bath my shoulder in celestial rain, I contemplate this as she paints her nails. What can I say to persuade her to stay, she knows she's perfect, she always smells good! She always smells good. She knows she's perfect, she know's she's perfect.

Written by Chris Yeoman - Nauvoo

"If Everyone's Going To Be There" Then I'm Not Going

I've never been this bored, you've never been so scared, the stars, your eyes, the light shines on the water. Please tape record a song that I wish I wrote for her.
I'm sitting here with you and ignoring every move, what's it with you girls and being easy!? I see her with a new boy, she used to be so nice.

Walk me to the end, a kiss goodbye, would have sufficed, but with emotion this one last time, I'm dreaming out the night.

I see her crimson skirt, a glimpse into last year, we bought it window shopping in the autumn. Please tape record a song that I wish I wrote for her. Stop playing with your socks, I know they're knee high! Did you not hear that I'm a christian? There she goes I'm stuck and did they really laugh?

Please tape record a song that I wish I wrote for her.
Cease the moment to fall flat on my face right infront of her.

Written by Chris Yeoman - Nauvoo

Tinkerbell

Cross your arms and shake your head at the sound. It's shrill and catching up. Footsteps in the snow like ink arrows on a page, put the fire out and tip toe. We'll go a different way towards the ark. Cross your arms around my neck and console my burden.
A butterfly kiss will soothe these wounds. Send smoke signals to the natives, we'll keep low this time.

Shores are offering solace in a never land. Complete with true love, I'll fall with you eternally.

Your wings are as soft as the silk on the floor, shall we sleep in this comfort? The night is occupied by the movement of insects but stay quiet, I enjoy this almost silence. What lullaby are you thinking over, can I know?
Cross your arms and shake your head my pixie gift, your fairy dust has me fixated. I was such a lost boy, like no other. Stay in my pocket forever. (I believe in you)

Written by Chris Yeoman - 2003

Untitled

Fall back, the armchair is warm, the stale imprint of a lonely heart remains. The television in the corner used to scream when we were kids but transmission has been dead for years, we can only make out "1's" and "0's".
We pass the time in dead tones, magazines and ear marked pages, repeat the prescription- "I want out", swallow another article of "happiness". I'll never believe the lies while I'm awake, there's too much time to shake.
A photo flipbook of after school fights and blackened eyes. War in enclosed spaces, this is where we learnt our manners.
Cross out the smiles and ten years down the line nothing will have changed. We're still best of friends, even though the bullets graze our arms and the tommy guns judge our actions. Take us to court on false charges, dire apprehension is painted on our faces; clowns hold rusty blades to our throats. We await our sentence, "Please pass our sentence swift..."
Tell the dictator, in our defense, "We're only human."
I don't think he'll listen to us, the chalk outline has already been drawn. The glass windows that divide our worlds has severed the chords, we communicate.
The bells chime, eleven to your seven. Throw our bodies into the river when you're done. We'll sink to the bottom like bricks fill our lungs with water. We'll give up struggling and drown the sun sparkles on the surface, it looks so pretty.
A pocket of air escapes my lips...as I sigh...goodbye dear friends.

Written by Vincent White

Weep

Then a trade centre that hadn't crossed by ears, now a tourist attraction, a bow in reverence tributes the memory. Boarded visuals on metal fencing, the ruins are trying to speak. I'm such a long way from home. Someone call nine eleven... but it's too late.

Twenty four months next week, the screams are imagined, so weep! The sky looks friendly when we look up, it's no longer cracked and cursed for gravity, a new trust. The buildings are black with scars and I'm such a long way from home. Someone call nine eleven...but it's too late.

Was Chrysler watching? She reflects the clouds. Did she see it coming? I hope not.

Standing aversion, tragic sadness and loss, standing ovation, for the brave and the missing. Standing in silence, a shell of the living, I don't know how I should feel, this city feels so tortured.

Was Chrysler watching? She reflects the clouds.

Written by Chris Yeoman

At The Sound Of Differences

I hand you my coat 'cause it's cold, can your shoulders take the weight, being so delicate, you're starting to shake. You lie that you're doing okay but your armband is hiding the truth, what did he say to upset you?
I hand you my sleeve with a heart on it, so you can bleed all over this, change the pattern, tie the threads to kill.
Let me walk you to your house because it's dark and scary out, this would be my pleasure if I may? I'll be a shelter, your musketeer, never be lonesome or cry a tear, let this pass, say you'll let this pass.
The buildings are frowning and people are turning their heads and their waving their fists at the sound of differences, it is not your fault.
Turn of the century, everyone's meant to be cheering and clapping out loud at the sound of differences, it is not your fault.

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Yeoman

Over The Handle Bars

Close the window, sit down and talk, see only with the light from the cracks in the door that we closed to be alone, to escape from the smoke outside the room. Breathing used to be easy.

Now my fingers press these strings, it hurts to strum, to sing, to breathe when you're not in the room to brighten my mood with your touch, did you know last night I was crazy in love? It's you, it's always been you my little one. (It's only ever you.)

Just the other night, sitting up late with my friends watching "the O.C", I thought we could be just like kee kee and Sandy when we move in together, staying young forever you'll see...

I'll make you laugh, I'll make you cry, I'll make you scream from time to time, I'll make you smile, I'll make you fly, I'll kiss your head when you get tired, all because I came to you that night.

Close the window, sit down and talk, see only with the light from the cracks in the door that we closed to be alone, to escape from the smoke outside the room. Breathing used to be easy...it used to be easy alone, over the handle bars I go.

Written by Chris Yeoman

Antenna

And you hold your head high like Ben Nevis, where clouds seem so tangible and nothing it seems is impossible when you realize the one you love. So realign your antenna, perception is the key. There are timberwolves dressed up like little boys and they'll tear you limb from limb and desperate lips pay service to any soul that will listen, copper pieces clatter in their pockets, one for every confession. And here in-between my pages, these sighs of sadness, you cry of a love that you've never known but hey you're still so young.

Don't hold your breath forever my dear, you'll end up being like me.
Don't hold your breath forever my dear, you'll end up being like me.

Written by Vincent White - The Cardiac Solution

The Summer Drama

My head is in the clouds, the drama's non existent but I'm pretending I've ascended yet beyond her nothing's clear. My feelings frozen in time, maybe for another day, I'm thinking of what to say but nothing seems to relate. I guess she'll have to wait until the stars come out again.

The worst is yet to come and I'm falling at the starting line. She may not be the one but that excuse won't cut it anymore.

I can't escape these thoughts even though I've rationalised. Left no stone unturned and no photograph unburned. Someone cue the happy ending, maybe I can stop pretending. She turns the lights down low, there's so much she has to know, I guess she'll have to wait until the stars come out again.

I pray I see better days, yeah, I pray I'll see better days. The summer of drama has begun as the words I never said come undone. I pray I see better days, yeah, I pray I see better days.

Written by Vincent White

Panic In The Sky

In your diary I lost myself, running through pages and dodging words over head, hiding in November, where I am mentioned every third line and there's stars and there's moons dotting the "i's" in my name, in my name. Writing is neat, cursive and bitter, daring ambitions and no time for pleasentries, obsolete relations.
Self adhesive thoughts are stuck in, centre fold, ashes resembling roses, cold heated keep sakes.

Fall to your feet on my grass stained knees. Take me, shake me, any way you please.

Here we are living together in between covers just like the sheets we shared, until mid December. One click to midnight and it is my birthday "Happy 21!" with an embrace, so brace yourselves.

Fall to your feet on my grass stained knees. Take me, shake me, any way you please. Threw me a rope in the shape of a noose, that's what you call 'helping out', laugh in my face and tell all your friends, then you can write it down.

I want plenty of anything, I want plenty of everything.

Written by Chris Yeoman- The Cardiac Solution

Wire Bound Fox Hole (Burn The Sun)

Keep this ring as a token of this season, the yellow is the meadows and the haystacks where we lay. Making faces that we miss out of the clouds, Send me a reply.

Born into the same trench with suppressed natures, you are the best friends that anyone could be blessed to love, you're loyal, courageous, a unique band of brothers
...I'll meet you there...

I'll meet you there and we'll be just fine...
I'll meet you there and we should be fine...?

Looking in this watery grave I can see synthetic lights, Cheeks like roses in winter, They blossom like we do but we never catch the cold.
The ground is spoiled by what's thicker than water, Offices are emptying like there's a plague And fibers are frayed and tarnished by the wreckers,
Something's moving further on...

Born into the same trench with suppressed natures, you are the best friends that anyone could be blessed to love, you're loyal, courageous, a unique band of brothers
Separated by emnity, Our resting is concluded, The doors ajar and echoes are hurting the accord we found, Send a conciliator if this doesn't work
We'll take flight...

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006

Girls Kill In Autumn (Farewell)

Dear autumn, I spill my heart for...
The words roll from my lips and grace the shore. They reveal everything to you, everything you'll never care to know, just like a beauty queen. You're so vain;(Yeah) you're so vain. I know you solely linger here for esteem.

This room is bitter cold, fashioned by your shoulder, (Yeah) I know so well but I can't walk away and tell myself that I don't care 'cause you mean everything to me!

And even though my best friends told me that you were bad news from the start, heaven knows I could never see past your misleading eyes and silken arms. You looked so innocent when you tied that rope around my neck and you looked so happy when you heard it snap.

This room is bitter cold...

So kill me-

...'Cause you mean everything.

Written by Vincent White (Strength of one) - Nov 03

Favors From Skylines

I heard that there was a perfect night sky and majestic skylines that ran forever, as if I could have noticed that with you close by. Anticipating every moment I spend with you. My heart's song is calling out your name, do you hear the sound? Is it fitting with your plans, I just need to know.

When darkness falls you are golden, the one constant, I want to speak with you in whispers so I can be your secret and you'll be mine.

Unbox conversations, read the intent, hold onto it like perfume to my clothes, just so you know it's how I imagined "pretty" to smell, keep this verse you know me so well.

When darkness falls you are golden, the one constant, I want to speak with you in whispers so I can be your secret and you'll be mine.
When darkness falls you are golden, the one.

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Yeoman
Music written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006.

The Lost World [A Splash Of White]

You set sail and it changed is all, I sent you word in a coca cola bottle, by the time it left the shore, I heard a song that suggested it's too late. You left a note in a folded map that gave no hint to write you back and I'm certain your hurt is fleeting and we all feel just the same.

Daylight dissolves into the ocean, bleeding into something lost. A spectrum of colour from orange to blue and I can't help but think...

Posters faint from off the walls, hung by tape that's timid by sullen change. I'm reminded that nothings 'ideal' now, this clever nightmare keeps lying to me. You left a note in a folded map that said "Don't worry this country's flat and we're really not too distant but space between is debilitating!"

Your waterproofs are cold weathered, drenched in hail, you're sick to the stomach...I hope you think of home, I'm certain your hurt is fleeting, we're all alone.

We're so alike, we're so alone. We're so alike, we're all alone.

Written by Chris Yeoman - The Cardiac Solution

Devon Sawa Plane In Flames

You look right through me when you gaze through the holes in the wall, the chipboard is wrecking my favorite picture, irregular and spoiled. Transfixed on the past, haven't moved a muscle all night, it's just too ugly and cold like the bad days I've given you.
Strapped in and ready to go, I'm panicking.

With that voice so sweet, you break it in me, when you say those words to disarm can you see...that we need to be?

I wish I did'nt think such things but I said such things and I swallow the regret, it was never your fault from the start. Wanted us to be the negatives on a highlight reel. You're as pretty as Rome but I could never build an empire.

Step up to the plate and swing if you want too, you know that you want to, just feel. So many tragic endings, don't let me be one, don't let us be one just feel.

Strapped in and ready to go...

Written by Chris Yeoman

With The Ace Of Hearts (You'll Never Lose Baby)

We lay motionless in separate beds, counting stars on the ceiling. I know you're thinking of him and how he hurt you so bad, so bad.
Well I'm thinking of you and buried affections resurface.

The songs I know 'you love' delicately embrace the airwaves and pacify my restless heart.

The bullet holes in your fragile wings will keep you grounded this winter.
The bullet holes in your fragile wings will keep you grounded, but I promise the summer sky will be yours, I promise the summer sky will be yours again!

Another month tears fall to the floor, I regret it's been forever since I last heard your voice, your voice! Best kept secrets are resting on the tip of my tongue.

You're so calm, beautiful and gracious, I'm here on frail knees. The stage is set, "Will you be my leading lady!?"

The summer sky will be yours forever.

Written by Vincent White (Strength of one) - 2004

This Season Of Ours

The constellation swooned out of focus and my eyes closed, so we could see more, a kiss, quick breath, a moment. The headlights we thought was heaven took us above and beyond, driving away the pallid dashing raindrops. So bury me in leaves and bring me out in spring, this season of ours cannot be topped.

So staple my buried ambitions to an old certainty and we'll glide.

Quickly my eyes will focus on your mysterious look, the moment is nigh, it's cold and you're here, oh sharing pillows. Freely giving scent I breathe in, soft hair, we're so close and you know, we'll stare out the window and make shapes out of the stars. Bury me in leaves and bring me out in spring, this season of ours cannot be topped.

So staple my buried ambitions to an old certainty and we'll glide.

I want to, I want you, I want to, I want to be with you.

So staple my buried ambitions to an old certainty and we'll glide.

The constellation swooned out of focus and my eyes closed.

Written by Chris Yeoman, David Yeoman and Vincent White - The Cardiac Solution

Firm hold factor 2

Shape my hair, I'll make it just right, attempt to impress those gleaming eyes that made me feel this way from the start, but you don't know...I'll never let you know.
Don't take it as chance that I'm here again, I'm trying to find the perfect line I could use, I have no clue, I have no clue. If I did I would give it to you, without a doubt I'll hand it to you.

Say these things to you and break the silence that feels so comfortably easy. I wish I knew how to make an impression with you.

Hours before another day's passed, still enough time, I'll make it last so I can figure out what I'm going to do. I'll make it worth your while, I'll try.

Written by David Yeoman

That Model Composure

Unwrapped like a present it's the after thought that counts, but I'll take what I can get because you're special like a model. The air makes us shiver, making us want to stay warm forever, but we'll settle for tonight.

In the morning you look like an angel and I feel like a ghost, the white spirit you used to cover up the brush strokes. You said it yourself-I'm like a fresh coffee smell but eventually bad for your health.

But you're the love of the morning, a straylight beam, you make me feel better in the damp heavy rain, that falls and falls until it hurts like a lost promise ring.

A delicate embrace with arms as wide as the seashore, I tell you a line that could possibly make it as a greeting card. My hearts like wax that melts through your hands to the floor, I'm sure that this is worth it.

Please unpack me like a present, who counts thoughts anyway? I'll take what I can get because you're gorgeous like the models.

Written by Chris Yeoman and Vincent White - 2006 (The Cardiac Solution)

Seventeen purple hearts

This cloak and dagger theme is faltering as I watch you moisturise your skin, I need to tell you that "I love you", in a way that you have never heard, but what can be said that has'nt been said before? Rehersal finished awhile ago, I'm pacing around the floor.

I don't want to go outside tonight, I don't want to share you with their eyes, I'll be the one to stroke your back and hold your body close to mine.

We broke down but did'nt care, instead we grew and got somewhere that most people will never go or even know. I'm hanging from your every word, holding hands just feels so new, whatever you do will render me helpless...helpless to you.

I don't want to go outside tonight, I don't want to share you with their eyes, I don't want to leave this room again, I don't want this story to end.

Take my heart out of my hand, throw it in the air like a dove, as white and pure as your face, as free, the buring within us.

Written by Chris Yeoman

Geek Rock

There he goes in the same direction as the night before for no special occasion but to meet this girl at the Regale on 59, she'll wear the same distractions but he know's it's not for him. He will stare and she will smile, yeah!

She talks to him on msn, he pours out his heart and presses "Send", he waits and paces for the reply of "Oh thank you Vince, you're a real sweet guy".

She's seeing this guy with bad intentions but she's so blind he's playing her innocence, moonlight dates as make out point, he's using her.

Just want to hold her hand, just want to kiss her neck, she won't notice him for years, the best friend that she won't get. Constantly trying, he's dying.

Written by Chris Yeoman, David Yeoman and Vincent White (So1) - 2003

Comic book hero

Every click is counting down with it only getting darker and soon you'll be stripped from my arms and this preconception will disappear. Cling to the edges and plead for more time, let's hope that tomorrow does'nt arrive, the moon flickers like a candle everytime you breathe, everytime you leave.

Box up every conversation and promises we've made and say that you'll think of me everyday I'm away.

Until the day we can reunite, I'll just close my eyes, I'll meet you there, stay with me, never say goodbye, never say goodbye because that would signal the end but I'll be back for you soon. Everyday is closer, closer to you.

Spin around one more time, can you still hear those words from breathing?

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Yeoman -2005

Glass cuts deep

Heartless revolutions you lead the way, silenced by poisonous words I refuse to play. The games you set up will lead towards my breakdown, what do you expect from me, to worship your ground!? Just because you walk on it, does it make it special, or contagious like a disease or superficial like you?

But really it won't be hard for me to cut you out, it's girls like you that cause pain that I can do without. To say you deserve the worst is an understatement. If evil eyes could burn, I'd be ashes but instead your sweet innocent eyes deceive us all. What you call shame is the biggest patch in your sick name.

Hand written passages, I aim for your soul, countless chances you've failed them all. The petals fall in love and lust, when I think of you I feel disgust. Now go! Leave me and be on your way, ignite the flame and disfigure your face.

I'll cast the first stone 'cause compared to you I'm perfect. I'm aiming at your pretty face, I hope I don't break something. "Rock bottom" is a term that's used way to often but blood on the concrete is'nt far from the truth. When you're around I feel teeth grinding through my skull, broken records are a blessing.

This is our anthem as long as you're crying I'll be singing it (Ha-ha) as long as you're crying I'll be singing it (and you won't forget the things you've put me through.) When you're dying I'll keep singing it (my revulsion breaks the bands of death)

Kelly Cunning

Cover girls are manufactured on foreign plains, from the severed hearts of neurotic killers, (We'll never make it out of here alive.) In the face of evil "Stay true to yourself", whatever that means? Like science fiction stories, in keeping with the moral tone and political correctness. Crossbreed the hypocrites and mutilate the test tube babies. Chemical warfare is concealed within the cell of an unarmed embryo and our knees are frail and everybody knows "Something isn't right here."

Bleed the Kerosene from our lips, keep the city lights burning a moment longer dear.

Coversation around the dinner table is fatuous like sub atomic mass, staring at the crystal glasses smothered in lipstick, wondering where those lips have been? Monastic bodies lay frigid in the next room, reasoning their integrity. Sluts like you make this look fun, lungs collapse, punctured by sharp objects, fall and break another mould.

Where do you conceal your shame!? My guess is...behind all that make up.

Written by Vincent White

Ventriloquist (Burn The Sun)

The towers ablaze, it's violent and spreading, boasting and spitting it's sense of hostility. A child shouts from the rooftops but no one will hear it, his tongue is foreign. The priest is, caught sight of the cathedral drowing in flames, from the prostitutes window.

Steeples collapsed and pointing to the embers, cinders of split ends imprinting the people. Here comes the casket on shoulders of profession, sit at the back and pretend to listen.

My ribcage is sore from breathing in and out (I wish I didn't have to think about it). This crawls down my throat as I'm gagged and captive to a bed of lies.

This spine of steel weighs a ton, so what good are you? You push us down into a den of orders, a lion's share of defeated innocence. Fingerprints on the wall to show our existance, (they all look the same) A company policy, it's a trait of equality.

Blackout and awake in a dream, a better reality, a place where we were free! The organ is shrill and it's warming my bones cold.

Pull my insides out and scrape out emotion, hand's through my back and now I'm just dead mass. Move my chapped lips and say what I don't want, move my legs so they get to work on time, extend my arms to shake hands with a man with a tie that he'll use to strangle the weakest of employees, but it looks smart, so I suppose we'll trust you.

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006

Your Stare Looks Like Alaska (Burn The Sun)

("Burn The Sun" lyrics)

Hold that opening line, I already know how it goes! Why don't you hum my favorite song instead? You do it so well. This damp exterior is perfect for what we would call "safe". Dissapointment slaps me awake as you say goodbye.

You take one last photo as you go, recovering what's left from the wreckage just to burn it! Well here I am exposed. Keep my last breath on your cheek, like stealing evidence from a scene, just so you know.

And this I'll scream until the day is almost through- "We were never meant to leave but you just had to be like you!" Take everything just like you always do and I'll clench my fists so tight and let this poison run right through, so drink up Juliet, drink up.

Such distortions pull me in and I could have sworn you kissed the wind because it keeps biting my face! In time I'm sure I'll cross your way and it'll be as awkward as doorstep kisses but without any feeling that is remotelt the same.

All that's left is the condensation from our last conversation on the windows.
This conversation is just condensation on the windows and nothing more.

Written by Chris Yeoman and David Wigglesworth - 2006

Hollywood Made You A Monster

Dig yourself out of your grave and pretend that you've changed! I'll hide myself in a box and seal it up real tight. Fresh wounds and old scars make up this battered heart. The tension mounts like it always used to.

A wooden stake is my favorite weapon when it comes to loving you!

The celluloid melts away, another twenty years of pain. I blame it on the industry, they made you who you are. The cross around my neck burns a hole in your hand, you'll get what you deserve in the end.

There's blood on your lips! You sucked the life from me! You have no soul and the mirror does'nt reflect your face.
You're still a monster!

A wooden stake is my favorite weapon when it comes to loving you... the way you deserve.

Written by Vincent White (Strength of one) - 2003 (punk song)

Chasing Hayley

If you could see my eyes then no words would need to be said, If you could feel my heart then you'd understand what's in my head. If you would give me a chance you'd know how it is to be a queen, just one slow dance and we would be in our dreams.

If you feel the same when you look at me, then ask yourself why you're waiting!
Just to hold you tight almost every night, would bring us closer to heaven.

Just to hold your hand and walk in winters breeze, just to kiss your lips, I'd swim over every sea, if I built a treehouse would you come and live with me? We could watch the stars until we fall asleep.
I feel nothing, nothing but this, I throw a coin in the well and I make a wish, a wish for you, a wish for me, a wish that we could be.

Written by David Yeoman (Strength of one) - 2003 (punk song)

Into Every Generation A Slayer Is Born

My girlfriend called me up, to say she'd had enough of me and unromantic gestures, she swore I don't deserve her! It's fine 'cause I can do better, I just need to write a letter, to a girl who lives in Sunnydale, return to sender "loser kid hotmail". Don't ask why, I don't care, I'm dumb and chasing dreams of her!

First met her at the bronze, she danced all night long with friends, before I suggested things to her, I started sweating all over. Some may say that I am obsessive, her walk is most impressive, not like the stupid girls I've had, she's the one I want so bad! That hot glare, her sweet side, I'd patrol with her until sunrise.

You'll never know if I'm there or not, divert my calls I will hang up, watch over your shoulder constantly, I can see you but you can't see me.

I suppose I could be your watcher, who better than your favorite stalker!? I have no super powers but I'd make you laugh, or maybe not! Let's go and see NFG and take my hand and talk to me, there's just so much I want to know, I'm listing places we could go.

Written by Chris Yeoman (Strength of one) - 5 years ago! (Punk song)

Words I die for

I'm going to begin by posting very early work when we were "Strength of one"- a punk band! These next few songs have to be atleast 4-5 years old:

Words I die For

Looking at you, I know as this slow dance ends, it's time to say goodbye. I'm sick of hoping for the words I want from you to save this fight. A sting of sarcasm, I realise that you are more than kisses, but it's okay 'cause I'll get through this without you.

I say it to you, but you turn away! I say it again, you just walk away.

I cling to your hand, the sweet scent consuming, cold air steals the night. I have collected the sticks and stones that you gave to me. Empty promises, to hold you again would be my suicide, but it's okay 'cause I'll get through this without you.

What can I do to make you listen!? What can I do to make you stay!? I guess it does'nt matter now, your things are gone and you are on your way.

Reliving this scene that you play out, a thousand times before. Anxieties rising, indecisive crying, now I'll be on my way! Shattered picture frames, I threw in rage as the glass has buried you, I'm okay, I'm screaming through this against you!

Lyrics written by Chris Yeoman and Samual Benson.
Music written by Chris Yeoman and Vincent White.

The Words I Die For

I've decided to create a new blog to store our lyrics. "The Cardiac Solution" is our current name, although we are also thinking about changing it back to our old one "Strength of one".