Endless days stretch light and darkness. Meander on through highs and in through the lows. Through bitter days, through bitter hours, Stretch the shadows from piles strewn across the floor.
They’re going through holes, going through homes, wandering alone. The episodes of flickering bulbs.
And all the lights downtown they’ll fly by, they all fly by. Tell me when you’re in doubt, Are you feeling like you’ve given it all?
You’re wandering more through whispering ghosts. You’re wandering through homes, looking for holes.
If there are lines on your sleeve Pushing to see out your gravity. Stretching it out until you take it off. The age on your skin is feeling rough.
If there are ghosts, then they are with me. To mend all my thoughts into a seam. All of the things were better then. All of the words are slipping in to capture the cause.
If there are lines on your sleeve. Pushing to see out your gravity. Stretching it out until you take it off. The age on your skin is feeling rough.
If there are ghosts, then they are with me. To mend all my thoughts into a seam. “All of the things were better then. All of the words were better then.”
Capture the cause, catch all the costs, stretch out the skin, wander through homes looking for holes.