Cars & Trains - Some Lonesome Street Corner | Текст песни

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when i wake up, stretching arms like the grass growing on chain link fences
sometimes it seems that the sad steady algebra will cease
acting like a string of overturned shopping carts pointing out their wheels
to the things we lack the means to work through outside ourselves

after the cries of birds have stopped
turning our lives into the words we write
always frightened by the sound of my own voice
and haunted by these things or the memory of them
that constantly calls my name from the four corners of my head
so persistently so recite from broken bibles
on some street corner

climbing tall trees, all the things as a child i tried to keep
from the hands of fears with the weight of dead leaves that're dealed
mouths and eyes hold the well orchestrated imagery we're told
creating myths, that we hold on tightly as our own

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