Step out the front door like a ghost into the fog where no one notices the contrast of white on white. And in between the moon and you the angels get a better view of the crumbling difference between wrong and right. I walk in the air between the rain through myself and back again Where? I dont know Maria says shes dying through the door I hear her crying Why? I dont know Round here we always stand up straight Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand she said shed like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land just like shes walking on a wire in the circus she parks her car outside of my house takes her clothes off says shes close to understanding Jesus she knows shes just a little misunderstood she has trouble acting normal when shes nervous Round here were carving out our names Round here we all look the same Round here we talk just like lions But we sacrifice like lambs Round here shes slipping through my hands Sleeping children better run like the wind out of the lightning dream Mamas little baby better get herself in out of the lightning She says Its only in my head She says Shhh I know its only in my head But the girl in car in the parking lot says Man you should try to take a shot cant you see my walls are crumbling? Then she looks up at the building and says shes thinking of jumping She says shes tired of life she must be tired of something Round here shes always on my mind Round here hey man got lots of time Round here were never sent to bed early And nobody makes us wait Round here we stay up very, very, very, very late I cant see nothin, nothin, round here. No, you catch me when Im fallin. You catch me if Im fallin. You catch me if Im falling down on you. Oh man I said Im under the gun... Round here. Oh man I said Im under the gun... Round here. And I cant see nothin, nothin. Round here.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 08:56:55 +0000
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