Twenty six miles to my left, and not a single man, There's not much in front of me, below are feet and sand So I turn and I sit and stare, in my lap
One more time around, I can't stop this carousel I've tried so long to no avail I've tried each horse on here, still no new scenery I'm dizzy, my stomach
Hey look, I'm not weighed down As I walk through The glowing wheat fields churning on the ground As all the ravens fly away They leave nothing But the
There are few things worse than letters never sent Words can starve to death if they never leave the page Leave the page for someone He was ready to
Feet don't slip beneath me now, careful as I walk around Gingerly 'cause I'm on ice I didn't see the season change, looked up and saw nothing the same
I'm this thick black curtain that you see Invitations all went out with ease Ninety-two chances for connection die Replaced by pitch black and blinding
What are you hiding from me? What are you hiding Beneath the leaves that color you, and all the things that make you what you feel? The sun ain't inviting
Write me a song I can sing all year long, and that'll send me to sleep When there's no one beside me that I need, and the trees have all lost their leaves
Blowing trash in bitter wind, zip my sweatshirt to the top Shoulders high and hands are hid in pockets not quite adequate Sidewalk take me to the fire
Take it away, make it OK, I want to loose everything here in this grave I was born here I know, but this isn't my home Bury it and all the things pulling
I wish that I didn't need to say that I didn't bleed Open eyes, see my sores, steady mind, I'm not too sure It's easier just locking doors A toy doll
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