For the first time zackgray & I are putting up an original together. This was written and recorded some time back, but we have been debating putting it up. After a wonderful reaction to it last year at FWA we began looking for artists to make a suitable picture for it. Thank you to Jonas for answering the call!

Lyrics:
"Take a trip through the alley with graffiti walls
From the wannabe rebels who forgot their cause
Where the sound of the trains keeps getting louder
And the stupid people just keep getting prouder
Hmm Hmmm Hmm... keeps getting prouder
Hmm Hmmm Hmm...

And the drunk on the corner of seventh and eighth
Is the only person to whom I can relate
With his Gospel of the end of days
Eloquently whispered through a whiskey haze
Hmm Hmmm Hmm... A whiskey haze
Hmm Hmmm Hmm...

Chorus
The drugs don’t work, but nothing does
So you take them anyway because
Of the way they used to make you feel
Intangible and priceless like something real
Take my hand... Like something real
Take my hand… Like something

Remember that girl, I forget her name,
But the way she used to drive you insane
Was nothing short of a work of art
She’d pick you up first and then pull you apart
Hmm Hmmm Hmm... pull you apart
Hmm Hmmm Hmm…

We’d walk down to the liquor store
It’s the same as every one before
With the only thing that satiates our hunger
And bottles that shine like a cave of wonders
Hmm Hmmm Hmm... A cave of wonders
Hmm Hmmm Hmm...

Chorus
She doesn’t love you anymore
But you find yourself always at her door
From the way she used to make you feel
Intangible and priceless like something real
Take my hand... Like something real
Take my hand… Like something

So you take the guilt and I’ll take the blame
And we’ll wind up someplace that is roughly the same
With our childish fears and adult regrets
Don't say it's over cause we ain't done yet
Hmm Hmmm Hmm... ain't done yet
Hmm Hmmm Hmm...

You pass through the alley with graffiti walls
From the wannabee rebels who forgot their cause
Where the sound of the trains keeps getting louder
And the stupid people just keep getting prouder
Hmm Hmmm Hmm... Keep getting prouder
Hmm Hmmm Hmm...

Chorus
The drugs don’t work, but nothing does
So you take them anyway because
Of the way they used to make you feel
Intangible and priceless like something real
She doesn’t love you anymore
But you find yourself always at her door
For the way she used to make you feel
Intangible and priceless like something real
Take My Hand... Like something real
Take My Hand... Like something real
Take My Hand... Like something real
Take My Hand... Intangible"