Houses where we used to live
Cities where we must've been
Hundreds of memories, thousands of memories
That I still can't picture myself in

Cities built on coral reef
Calendars carved in bas relief
Hundreds of days, thousands of years
Frozen in single moments

G

A shiny vine that climbs up the side and grinds all the mortar out
A tiny worm that winds through your mind and tunnels deep throughout
A photograph in fading color, a bruise that's yet to bloom
Death slowly shuts its mouth and ups to leave the room

A little shiver that soon pr

You keep bleeding through the fresher paint
Foggy like the halo on a saint
You can't be in my dreams anymore
You can't walk right in through the front door

Of course you'd find me, where else would I be?
Thought you'd find your way back eventually
Standing, sipping coff

Can I get a hallelujah, can I get an amen?
Lemme tell you how we done it here since way back when
People get a bad idea, then they try it again
Pretty sure it must be something in the water

Do it for Jesus or do it for free
Keep a round in the chamber, and save one for me

I was hoping for a ghost, but there was no ghost, because there are no ghosts
I was waiting for a sign, but there were no signs, because there are no signs
Can't recall how the night started, but I'll tell you for sure how it ended
Jumping out of the truck, screaming, 'you want some,

Wary glares from across the room
Icy stares slice through the gloom
Let me whisper in your ear
Lean in close so you can hear

For the smart, and the lucky

Now they say the sky will fall
End the good days for us all
Lean in close next to your ear
Whisper soft so

A forest of tongues rooted deep in their sockets dry, silence
An army of eyes gazing round for some flaw to spy, violence
Twenty-five grand to reattach a retina (in a) furnace
Twenty-five and out, and all the good it's getting you, burn this

I'm a pro, I'm a surgeon
Ice-col

This is my money and this is my mouth
This is the future, you'll figure it out
The oracle's spoken, the fever is broken
No holding back, no worry, no doubt

This is the prison that we call the past
This is the flag that still flies at half mast
The half-nervous glances,