Cinders from the faroff smokestack
trail like whispy spider webs;
the fall of snow from backwards heaven;
the quiet resin of the dead.
As they settle in my hair,
close to my pretty little brain
I know that the heart of the city
lies beneath these final frames.
Universally stunned speechless,
watching molten pieces fly.
Behind my fondest memory
lies my most beloved lie.
There is a fraction of a second
between what is; what could have been.
The girl who'll love you and the girl you love
Are different cists inside your head.
The sky looked down, it looked right at me
daring me to look away.
The earth around me cracked a
smiles are crevaces I can't escape
The world was calling, so damn loud
The world was calling, so damn loud
When all the flies left me for dead.
It left me standing in a shroud
of oxygen and bitter friends.
Every human wears the same eyes.
I have seen nothing but black
I guess its known that, when you reach it
you cannot ever come back.
The world was armed and it was ready,
lurking in the city's spires;
lurking in the hallway pictures;
burrowing in human spines.
Dream catchers perch above to filter
Everything you've done and said.
I guess it is written that
'I made you up inside my head'
I lift my face, the world is ashes.
I look around, the air is fire.
I find a place to plug a socket
and watch the burnout of the light.
Everyone was tangible
much more than I had ever dreampt.
Everybody fell the same;
In birth, again, in death.
I was blinded by the world.
Scared frozen,
I hid in your lips.
Its harder for you than before
You weren't there,
You hid in my hips.
We faked belief time was illusion
We painted stories in the sky.
The sun was ours, and ours alone.
The moon, just yours, trapped in your eyes.
It caught up to us so fast
It knocked the breath out of my mouth
What had lived inside my past
was ressurrected in your house.
The world was ending, and I knew
that there was nothing left to say.
I left the earth with my mouth shut tight
looking in to eyes of gray.
One of us is real,
the other fake.
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