As words attempt to fall out, the piano keys flicker through the oil stained skies and the poets trapped here try hopelessly to write their way out.
My records spin slower as the streets close in around my track marked arms, caught in a past that I've never truly known, but belief is stronger than regret. What cuts my eyes open as the winter pretends to be summer in front of your fading fire?
I could write beside him forever, or at least until the homecoming parade gets washed away by another flood.
Can this mind really take much more ?
And they tell me I must search inside to find a Lord to follow through the gun shots and leaking bodies laid down in the streets of our asking.
Slowly I'm crushed, and more than ever before I'm laying this heart out on the dry ground for the crows to pick apart as the sun that is mine lifts up above all the death that I've seen.
And I remember how you looked when you told me you'd never give up, long before you finally did.
My records spin slower as the streets close in around my track marked arms, caught in a past that I've never truly known, but belief is stronger than regret. What cuts my eyes open as the winter pretends to be summer in front of your fading fire?
I could write beside him forever, or at least until the homecoming parade gets washed away by another flood.
Can this mind really take much more ?
And they tell me I must search inside to find a Lord to follow through the gun shots and leaking bodies laid down in the streets of our asking.
Slowly I'm crushed, and more than ever before I'm laying this heart out on the dry ground for the crows to pick apart as the sun that is mine lifts up above all the death that I've seen.
And I remember how you looked when you told me you'd never give up, long before you finally did.