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released January 12, 2016

All songs written and performed by Bearings.
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Anton Delost.
Mastered by John Naclerio.
Artwork by Sarah Collie.

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Bearings Ottawa, Ontario

Bearings is a band from Ottawa Canada.

Doug Cousins
- Vocals

Ryan Culligan
-Vocals and Guitar

Collin Hanes
-Bass

Connor Kington
-Drums
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Track Name: Indecision
Truth is, I don't know where home is
Is it in your queen size bed or is it all in my head?
I can't find the words to tell you how I've felt since you left
Your room, It feels so empty with out you
To keep me anchored to the faith that I had
Never thought that all this distance was gonna hurt me so bad

I lay here all on my own
This seventh story, I'm sorry I never tried to stop you

We'll let this sink in at the wrong time
We've got concrete on the both of our feet
And I know it's not the way you pictured things
This pressure's finally taking it's toll on my soul
(We're fading faster every second I know)
It's so cold
(Carry the burden of the undertow)
We'll let this sink in at the wrong time

I guess I'm alright to pretend
that everything's going to work out fine
Like we go through the motions, flight times after time
I get angry
Woebegone, by the way I feel
So empty
Need you here to combat the fear
That I'll lose you, too soon, I can't take indecision so just follow through

I stayed here for you

I just don't know what to do

Know that's my favourite fucking line

We'll let this sink in at the wrong time
We've got concrete on the both of our feet
And I know it's not the way you pictured things
This pressure's finally taking it's toll on my soul
(We're fading faster every second I know)
It's so cold
(Carry the burden of the undertow)
We'll let this sink in at the wrong time

Sink in at the wrong time