It will stop at nothing
None of this is mine
This silence may be cursive
But it wakes me up at night

I know I should have left this place
A long time ago
But don’t we all like to lace our doubt with
Traces of trust?

Just when I let go, they grab my sleeves and tie my feet,
It’s for all my life and thirteen days in the passenger’s seat.
Must be awkward for them so they fake a nervous laugh
And I try to smile wolf cos my heart skips a lifebeat

Pieces of people will not make up peace
But they might bring you back in an autumn attack
I will walk alone or maybe take a tram
Cos there is nothing slower than an ambulance

It rained dead poets in Helsinki today
And the black and white raindrops washed the dial tones away
If everyone’s a symbol, maybe Elliott was wrong.
Cos there are morning songs and there are evening songs.

Lyrics submitted by Oxenbrigg

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