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We escape from the house |
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As the day disappears from the sky into night |
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We became what we wanted to be |
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Like a dream or a ghost |
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I collapse out of turn near a house lying still in the grass |
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And felt the heat from the ground rising up to contract |
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And expand like a breathe |
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We escape from that place soaked with sweat and the poison we drank |
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Fill the bathtub with ice and hope this fever will break |
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Like a heart, easily... |
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But I do not recall all the words that were formed |
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On those wire lips as they greeted me |
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A promise was made without thought as the temperature climbed |
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And I started to sink, like the moon tends to do |
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If you stare at it so long |
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Then you blink, and it's gone |
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And we crawl to our sleep with the dawn |
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And isn't it the same mistake? |
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And isn't it the same mistake? |
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And isn't it the same mistake? |
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It's not much of an escape |
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We awake in the light feeling hollow and selfishly warm |
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Close the blinds and retreat, until what is burning is gone |
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And it's light is away |
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Then we are back in the dark |
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Chasing nothing through backyards and trees |
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You ripped your shirt on a fence, but it didn't get me |
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Yeah it's fear, makes you slow |
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And these creatures look crooked |
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And their shadows cut lines through my face |
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And the concrete is fire |
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Where my bare feet are placed in a line next to yours |
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And I guess I'm not sure, if it's fear that was born |
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As those awful eyes made their claim on us |
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I put my hands on the fence |
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Said your name and I started to climb |
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And it must have been sweat but I drank it like wine |
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It was sweet and my mouth was dry |
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I heard you scream, but I made no reply |
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I can still taste it now if I try |
