Circuits Of Fever Lyrics - Common Existence - Thursday

You are my blanked out pages 

All the wasted spaces 

The old weapons vanished 

Spit blood at dawn, closed forever 

You're an ivory icon 

Held in glass captive 

You're a falling column 

Sharp little teeth kiss goodnight 

He was upside down and drifting 

In an endless ocean of night 

The terror came in waves 

Each one pushing him further from the shore 

You are a fractured mirror 

Silver paper in the wind 

A desperate measure 

Sharp little circuits of fever 

I can feel the unslept hours, see all the traces 

I can hear the ticking of clocks 

Old record running down, you can't replace it 

You get distracted by the sound 

He hears an ocean in the dial tone 

Every night after the sleeping pill goes down 

He wants to believe that he doesn't exist 

He's everywhere and he's nowhere all at once 

We'll fill the blanked out page, we'll burn the traces 

We'll turn the unslept hours to days 

Old record running down 

We'll flip it over and sing the songs we've never heard 

Now, now, now, now, now, now, yeah