the mist is lifted to reveal an abandon road. leading to a discarded train track town. the sign still reads "rooms to let" even though this place has
despair. bankrupt on the fact that you have no power over your disposition. like a (great)ghost that speaks breathy in your ear. it's a common theme but
drink in, as you sink into the floor. last call, as you stagger out the door. dream of a better life on a coast you've never known. remember loves you
away at the back of my mind. feeding on my inhibitions. i wanna sever the bonds that have tied me down, and tied my tongue. wage war with the lesser self. be a
mighty oak won't last for long. let's hear it for ideals, can i get a round of sound for something real. for he's a jolly good fellow, but he's being
a ramp behind the house, and let's jump bikes off of it. let's make a list. let's follow it. "rainy day surprises" and military exercises. let's build a
shed your appendages. trade your skin for scales. venomous speech. your blood stained teeth. you won't stop until you've sucked us dry. you speak your
millstones disguised as milestones. you peer into the room that doesn't hold the things that you anticipated all your life. "the years you've wasted."
says "why don't we take our time tonight, cause we don't want another one" now the same fog is rolling in. i grasp the wheel as my heart races. what a
replenish themselves. the history trickles down through the pebbles and stone. carefully floating out to sea, through the plains of a nation. jackson meadows gives birth to a
him and swore the distance would not break their bond" Songs of season cling to clay memories Summer flings fingerprints all over them Like a grain of sand on a
Heads delicately dreaming of the beauty behind shadows She sings inside the saddest homes Together we in our hard spring Lie apart asleep in green country