Do you hear the footsteps? can you hear voices in the traffic, communiques in the attic? they say, after time, all this will heal, we will rebuild and these broken arms will mend themselves in our embrace.

Threats and picket lines are forming around our beds and the landmines in our chests will all go off in time

The taste of your kerosine lips burn me up

We're falling asleep with open eyes falling asleep inside the chapel falling asleep in chalk outlines falling asleep as the headlights pass us by..

We are the symptoms of letting go of all our hope

Lately I've been feeling like a falling bomb. the ground is getting closer and the sky is falling down

Shut the window, love. keep the world outside

They burn on and on like an oil field
Or a memory of what it felt like
To burn on and on and not just fade away

We grew up too fast, falling apart
Like the ashes of American flags

Listen to the lullaby
Of carbon monoxide