Hold your hands to the dying fire's final glow. Warm yourself by the last breath of the radio. Batteries, are almost gone. Sing goodbye to that old song.
Tragedy bound, looking for clues. I'm starting to suspect she likes abuse. I'm starting to feel like she doesn't feel. Is there anybody in there?. . Tragedy bound, she is a mess.
In this broken place where I was born. It seems there is no peace,. And the very soil that we walk upon. Is filled with tears that never cease,. And you can trace the scars of hopelessness.
Is it called a crime if I play with time?. All the shame it brings, it changes everything! [x2]. . Time delay. Synchrionicity. Is all in disarray. From another tear under my duvet.
Whenever I look back on the best days of my life. I think I saw them all on TV. I am so homesick now for someone that I never knew. I am so homesick for some place I will never be.
The chord runs up the microphone. I flip the switch, we're going home. Transistor's right on time, resistors fall in line. Capacitors are at full, all engines good, no breach of hull.
Underwater in a submarine. He smokes a cigarette and blows th' steam. He navigates though th' deep blue sea. All by his lonesome-no company. . Mainwaring in his submarine.
Starling. Music and Lyrics by Reese Roper from album Anti-Meridian. . Filthy bird laying in our yard,. four chamber heart never beat so hard.. Dad said she was almost gone,.
Tell me, come on, tell me what you can. Even as you wait for death, you're wiser than I am. Tell me what does it mean to exist. I am not a scientist, I must believe in more than this.
Mass of rain scaling skyscrapers.. Point only to failed ambitions.. Alone in the city of millions he walks on the left.. Against the open floor of human traffic,.
The birds are up when he collapses through her door. Spilling out in constellations on her floor. Soaked in liquor he is soft as bread. And everything that's left in him to beg her to his bed.
So far, so good, or so they say from mission control,. The deep of space is no place for a fragile human soul.. The rockets burn as servos click and turn,.
They say you died in your sleep. From a poison vapour leak in 1917. You were only 23. The time I saw you last was in a piece of glass. When you moved across the room.
Me and the ocean, me and the sea. I don't think so, I don't think it was meant to be. Take me off, somewhere cold, gradually just growing old. And someday maybe make of me an honest man.
Now sit right back as I bust a "rhyme",. I've got the "freshest" beats and I'm always on time,. I'm the baddest of the best,. Yeah I'm the king.. Master of beats and the cross-fader,.
(Cameo...cameo). . There!. There you are!. There again.... . Staring through the screen when the lights are dim. I wonder why you are there. . Oh wait, I saw you again!.
I climbed up a mountain and looked off the edge. And all of the lives that I never have led. Is one where I stayed with you across the sea. I wonder do you still think of me.
A Friday night affair. Out in the city heat. Always a party there. Along the sordid street. And it was guaranteed. The place to be was Rocketown. . The drinks were two for one.
Breathe in breathe out your contradictions. Breathe in breathe out your words of fiction. Breathe in breathe out you say, "but not on my time.". . Says I, "Good bye to Grace.".
Under twenty thousand tons of brick and stone,. She carries all the weight of her own world,. But somewhere deep inside,. Beneath the cartilage and bone,.