Do you have something on your mind
Your words dont seem to follow mine
Long day and youre far away
Long day dont what to say
The sun sets on the suburbs
I count my take and I plan my escape
Another age is fading away
Right before the end they say that it accelerates
We could slow it down
Change some things around
Were running out and
Theres no more to be found
Everythings for sale
Take our paper trail
Gather the evidence that we ever lived here and light it up
The last time I felt normal
I slept on the floor between two twin beds
With everything behind me
Keep bringing up the memory, kill it completely
Should I run to you
Sell my possessions too
I dont hate it but
To me it has no value
Everythings for sale
Down to the nails
Take all the evidence that we ever lived here and light it up
And disappear into a white wind
White wind blow through my room
Cool the doors and call you down
Until its all clear my dear you can start it up again
Watch it burn