
Date of issue: 12.03.2012
Record label: No Sleep
Song language: English
our city is a floodplain |
Disconnected from the gravel in the alleys |
that taught our throats to sing, |
I miss these streets and how they used to hold me |
like the bedroom in the suburbs where I used to sleep. |
This city built it’s lights like a cradle for the desperate youth, |
but when we left it was a wasted bed, |
worn to death by the bodies of our darkest nightmares |
and the memories our coldest sweats. |
And i don’t know if I could sleep again, |
this place has killed our dreams. |
I traced a map on the back of my hand, |
but i still can’t see. |
How did we lose our way? |
I feel like the rain, raising the water by day, |
and soaking river road with the memory of what used to be. |
Maybe it was me that pulled the tide, |
so when the pressure gets too high, |
I can disappear at the water’s edge, |
so i can swim in my own regrets. |
But we’re still separated from the river that left us here, |
we grew by the silt from the floodplain, |
but we withered to grey in the sun, |
our veins too swollen to stay shut. |
We’re the waters that dried up, |
we’re the blood that was lost. |
We’re the flood that returned unrecognized, |
we’re the homes that never forgot. |
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US 60 | 2010 |
Gold | 2010 |
Commonplace | 2010 |
Tuesday | 2010 |
Summer Storms/Winter Leaves | 2012 |
February | 2012 |
Sleep | 2012 |
Funeral Home | 2012 |
Tramadol | 2013 |
Sleepwalking With You | 2012 |
Suburban Asphalt | 2012 |
Grinstead | 2013 |
Fever Dream | 2012 |
Nosedive | 2014 |
Knife | 2014 |
A Toast | 2014 |
Use As Directed | 2014 |
Criminal, Animal | 2014 |
Exit 123 | 2014 |
Chestnut Street | 2014 |