Trailed by…purpose
Prosaic tomes
We slipped away invading the night

We passed all those thoughts that you stole
Described to me like they were your own

I know I will not ask too much
Just keep me occupied

Machines, tired and cold, abandoned their posts.
Hiding out as we approached

We walked until skies opened up
Screamed out a perfect song while we slept

I'll tell you I will not look so bored when you talk in your sleep

Planes crash
Houses explode
Cars on the road swerve aim and drive straight through our backs
Slowly we both awoke
Exhaling smoke
Brushed off the dust then we moved on

Strangers threw their distant and dark
Sinister stairs
But, they just bounced off

Reason caught us and grabbed our throats
Dragged us around repeating this note

I made this up
You asked too much
Now we're preoccupied

Monday we staggered home drunk and alone
Mesmerized by graffiti tags on the wall
Tuesday, when all was calm, we submerged our arms and encased them in pillars of glass

I made this up
You asked too much
Now we're preoccupied

Monday
We staggered home
Drunk and alone
Mesmerized by graffiti tags on the buildings

Tuesday
When all was calm
We submerged your arms
And encased them in pillars of stained glass


Lyrics submitted by tattau

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