The space around our carved hearts
Is littered with, evidence
She kept me inside
Long enough to hear her teeth
Somewhere there is a spouse
Sitting on the window pane
We built this town
Bitter lips like cigarettes
Given
Rejoice mothers you’re the mothers of martyrs
We’re proud
I drink your arms like wine
Not mine cause I’m
The Tennessee promise still loves the Texas lie,
The light
[instrumental]
We awake and face a new day for nothing.
As
It’s when I’m not looking
That I must fleet these
