Lyrics Vermillion - Kill the Vultures

Vermillion

It’s hard to believe we’re both under the same moon
Feeling the same winds, the season’ll change soon
And I’ll still be here, right where we left off
Next to the street light gathering dead moths
I’m on dirt roads, it’s thousands of miles home
You said we should stop talking and then came the dial tone
I’ve played that scene over and over a dozen times
Why’s it hard to let go of something that wasn’t mine?
When it falls, let it fall right there
Over the north shore, under the night air
When it drops let it drop right there
Somewhere between Vermillion and nightmares
Nothing’s the same now, I honor the difference
I’m used to the silence, I’m used to the distance
I’m used to the long night, I’m used to the fall
But I ain’t used to not having nobody to call
I call her gypsy woman, watching me sink
Down to the bottom of a bottomless drink
Call her gypsy woman, watching me sink
Down to the bottom of a bottomless drink
Fade to a film strip when everything felt right
Clutching your sketches under a flickering cell light
Made sense that I held tight, so tight you can’t breathe
Spoon-feeding a dead body, keeping it clean
Ashes to ashes, whatever’s been said’s done
Twisted and hung high, prince of the bread crumbs
I sleep with a bad heart, I ache and my head’s numb
Memories are dry bones under a red sun
When it falls, let it fall right there
Over the north shore, under the night air
When it drops let it drop right there
Somewhere between Vermillion and nightmares
When it falls, let it fall right there
When it drops let it drop right there
I look to the West, I see nothing but fire
Black smoke in the sky, burnt parts of desire
Drops of black blood that lead to the junk yard
It’s covered by one guard, he’s drunken and unarmed
It’s hard to believe we’re both under the same moon
Singing the same song, cleaning the same wounds
Watching the crows eat, hearing the phone ring
Running on no sleep and doing our own thing
Rolling from my mouth into the thick air
Whispering your name, watching it stick there
Passing your old house, living in what was
Watching the sun crawl, just like my blood does
Moving through hard snow, hearing the plants die
Carving a new mask, knowing I can’t hide
Walking the cliff’s edge, looking down the side
Dropping all I know, knowing all my life
When it falls, let it fall right there
Over the north shore, under the night air
When it drops let it drop right there
Right there