White Wind

Do you have something on your mind

your words don't seem to follow mine

long day and you're far away 

long day don't what to say



The sun sets on the suburbs

I count my take and I plan my escape

Another age is fading away

right before the end they say that it accelerates 



We could slow it down

change some things around

we're running out and 

theres no more to be found

everything's for sale

take our paper trail

gather the evidence that we ever lived here and light it up



the last time I felt normal

I slept on the floor between two twin beds

with everything behind me

keep bringing up the memory, kill it completely



should I run to you

sell my possessions too

I don't hate it but

to me it has no value

everything's for sale

down to the nails 

take all the evidence that we ever lived here and light it up

and disappear into a white wind

white wind blow through my room

cool the doors and call you down

until it's all clear my dear you can start it up again

watch it burn