Dreamer And The Sleeper, The
These Inevitable Insanities
I've got ghosts in my chest screamingKid you're out of timeThe skies are ignoring the seasonsThey've got colder intentions in mindIn mind...The crows to the murder singing"We live our lives on the line!And we know your health is fading, we're waiting,Outside your windows at night"At night...I moved to Southern CaliforniaTo turn all my blues into goldBut I couldn't keep up with all of the motionsSo I took the train aloneAll alone...I never asked for these twelve hour friendshipsThey're draining my arms in the nightAnd these birds out my window they're creeping, they're creeping,Singing all the while..."On the line, on the line, we live our lives, on the lineOn the line, on the line, we live our lives, on the line"
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