You're in the kitchen, I stare at our bed frame I'm hearing your voice through the door I will work my fingers to bones To find us a way out of here
On the outside looking in i've never been able to crack the code to break the secret spell that would open up the door and let me in to everything
Bottle rockets and smoke bombs lying dead on the sidewalk Are black marks on the concrete now but they were beautiful last night A picture of our life
She swore out the lights when she said that she was only in it for the rain she made of her bed a naive nativity just in case it became - just in case
This is what life feels like on the ground I had a brother who was stationed up in Northern Hill Country You know he never really came home We drove
a brain that never stops ticking sometimes an on-off switch would sure come in handy a mind that's constantly cutting up and dissecting looking for
My sun devil you are the only one From the first day I saw you at that show That?s the way it?s been Being able to admit when you?ve been wrong Is one
Come dry me out cause I've been drinking all night before I pass out I need your ghost to tell me this bloodless voice is as meaningless as it sounds
The city is calling everybody is searching for the keys to all the prisons that the cruel and kind intention can create the boys and girls of winter
I guess that's it for this boy He'll never write again Something tells me I've been here before And so long to apocalyptic visions in this head I'm going
Never let go those years of discovery There's only so much a pair of arms can carry Embrace these years of necessity Put your mouth around your double
Sometimes you have to be brave and let things fall where they will it's not yours to decide how this night will be sometimes you have to be brave
He reminded me that the only way to keep aliens from reading your mind is to wear a tinfoil hat friend and to wear it all the time Life keeps on changing
Thank you for leading me home that I May one day return to walk through those fields again I buried a treasure and made a map So I'd always find my way
Death keeps calling me, she's gonna set me free no more sunshine sidewalk streets or misery like she did for you Oh Allen how you suffered lower east
The clouds are holding up the dawn they're stilts or crutches I can't tell which one to keep the short days looking longer or to keep the sunlight
Lead me through these cities of imaginary trends something's gonna be changing come the morning time my friend as fickle as these streets are they
When the memory is a blank page and the teeth in your mouth are all cliches you heart is a bag of rocks your soul is a pile of ashes on the sidewalk