When is it that will we arrive ?
Will the chaos have left town by the time all the tracks they are laying are in their right place ?
Town full of hopeless dreamers, fallen walls and the city bridge gets lost in the skyline of smoke.
Frozen to the half lit alleys with the dogs' teeth in my back, won't you come and stop the frost from reaching my bones ?Between the black and white keys she mumbles my name again and again before the drums of the night fill this city full.
Full of dreamers' damaged hearts on the fate fallen streets.
Full of our broken wings in The Hanging Tree.
Full of unkempt heroes on their way back home.
I remember all the places you sang of when we were just children dancing in rags. I held that sister to my heart for years, lost deep in the suicide, searching for a pathway back.
Fallen stars cover my feet and the place I once called home fell into the darkness she hid deep inside of me.
But if you want to walk beside these broken bones you better ask yourself the final question of reason. You'll need to always remember that my name is hidden in the steal of that city bridge.
But I'll take a lunge at love if you don't mind holding the sickness that I lost inside myself.
Who is it that I think I see from behind the window in this house of every great lost dream ?
Is it her or is it me ?
At least twice a week now these rats crawl from my eyes, out across my cheeks, and escape into the suffocation of another day.
And it takes all the energy I have left to ignore everything that I see when I am alone in these memories.