There's no use trying to cough this dirt out of your lungs.
I'm not denying that I was wrong,
but now we're nothing. We're just the shape of what we were,
some lovely music that can't be heard.
Lord, I've been fighting to pry this stake out of your heart.
When we were lions, we played the part.
But now we're sheep! Chasing some glorious retreat,
some glass of heaven that would go down easy.
Am I living, am I dead?
Please give me something, send me a lion I can tame.
Paint me a painting that can't be framed.
Then I'll believe! I'll sing those songs you'd have me sing,
I'll lay forever under mountains crashing
This will seem silly when we're older than now.
You're like a dream my eyes are sleeping for.
And when the lights go out, they'll litter the ground and
we can choose what we've been living for.
And I am not the kind to take things easy, I
know you've understood that sound before.
If I could color-code my perfect endings, I
doubt that I would want them anymore.
And we were sailors on a sea so endless, I
thought that we would never find a shore.
And while you're watching all these waves receding, I
feel my mind was buried by the storm.
I know you've never been so fond of living, I
know that I have always felt the same.
But if we crash, at least the flash might
find a way into our brains.
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