The Emissary Lyrics & Chords By Emmerhoff

Hitting and missing, (mostly missing,) I sit kissing where your face was an hour before. Both spell disaster with some kind of far-off capital L. But I'll never say it, dear. ...read more

It's like some overbearing tax on praxis; how I'm supposed to feel bad for this when all I've sworn to do is hold soul like a cold in haunted bronchial tubes. And my...read more

Blue smoke and cider sounds curled above our heads like tongues of fire under wires in a big City Hall stands tall and every pregnant pause is giving birth to answers I can't...read more

they say to move along, but it's hard to move along when something's not right with my air they say to get along, but it's hard to get along with what's going on...read more

So we built burning cities at the top of our notes, now we doubt our commitment to God and Country or Job and Comp'ny. Though no one wants to break their arm to reach for what...read more