| Looking For Landmarks |
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| Do you hear the chorus in the canyon |
| As you spend another evening alone? |
| You must accept when an ending comes: |
| Breathe, just breathe… |
| And I’ve been looking for landmarks |
| Looking for a line to draw |
| And I’ve been looking for landmarks |
| Looking for the last straw |
| And I was not born for mourning |
| Or abstract love, or silent notes |
| I was not born to be absent: |
| Breathe, just breathe… |
| (repeat chorus) |
| I can tell by the paint on your clothes |
| And the subtitles on your screen |
| And the sound of a chandelier |
| Crashing to the floor |
| And the voice of your mother |
| Draped in a labyrinth of lace |
| She’s trying to wake you |
| From your opium dream… |
| (repeat chorus) |
| Breathe, just breathe… |
| Where are you marching to? |
