it's 1AM and time to leave
we're back on empty streets
there's
The fire is dying
The night will be cold
Not a light
Wake up all week of seemless nights
I was gonna get
I couldn't see for the symmetry
The cloack was choked in
Gone
The cold, shut eye
That is the enemy
While i'm gone you
I can hardly wait
Until I fall asleep
Tomorrow I'll throw away
Everything
You turned and smiled and said that nothing ever ends
Now
You're so very late, but I'm glad you came
This city
my forehead against the glass
an imprint that will last
waiting for
The winds are waiting quiet for the storm to make
God has a wavering hand
Shakes like a leaf
Smoke pours out
can you hear.
hear the bell.
the church bell.
the
this place it makes you wonder
well it just doesn't figure
somehow
I need a shot to remember
The sun is challenging over
I got a suit
I got a black suit
You got horns
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