Stumble drunken down the dim avenue.
Street lights and taxi cabs led us to your room.
I was in a daze and you had gone blind.
This is what you wanted, you're just killing time.

We took a train to where our baby was born.
He cuts down Christmas Trees and lives on a farm.
I will try to best to teach him to live.
I hear he has a wife now, and three lovely kids.

Cheering you up is like wearing a mask;
to cover my eyes 'cause they're starting to look bad.
You sink like a rock, and sail like a ship that's lost off the coast.

And it's over, yeah, here we were.
That has been slaughtered, yeah, here we were.
That doesn't matter.
I'll turn around and mourn the robots we've become.

I sat in awe of you on your front porch.
We traced the lines to where the light hit the floor.
(I still hear your tired, broken voice.)
This is what you wanted, you have a choice.

The way you said you had no problem with death.
Especially ?
Even that would suffice.
This is what you want to do with our time.

And cheering me up is like wearing a mask;
to cover my eyes, 'cause they're starting to look black
And you sink like a rock, and sail like a ship that's floating along.

And it's over, yeah, here we are.
That doesn't matter, yeah, here we are.
It's getting farther.
I'll turn around and mourn the Devil using (us.)?




Lyrics submitted by hippi009, edited by charcoalsketch

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