Turnstop

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Her eyes were so bright as she told me
Everything I ever wanted to know
About silence and the severity
Of what was to happen, if she was to leave

And I, the furthest flung of fallen man
Wonder if fate will be the last one to shake my hand
Then I'll be waiting down by the shore line
Singing of legends engraved into my eyes

Feed me those lines, and describe
Everything you saw
How you ended up, in the back of this car
Feed me those lies, and describe
Everything I need
Because this is the last note I'll breathe

Her eyes were so bright as she told me
All the things I never wanted to know
About the legendary man, who can
Destroy me with his words

And I, the most hopeless sucker in this land
Wonder if fate will be the last one to shake my hand
I'll be waiting down by the shore line
With envy of all the things she got to see with her own eyes

Feed me those lines, and describe
Everything you saw
How you ended up, in the back of this car
Feed me those lies, and describe
Everything I need
Because this is the last note I'll breathe

This is the last chance I'll give you to leave
This is the last chance I'll give you to leave
This is the last chance, I'll give you to breathe
Before I put you under and call your mother
To inform her of you, the newly deceased

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