Lusitania

This tension is growing along with us, holding out,
we feel it, It stays through storms and summers now,
with no end. These days seem to shorten when you stand here,
but you're no here and this air stands still,
hold anything to keep from letting go, Attention is paid to this
distance, The times that we are close we know how this feels
alright, and it feels alright, so we'll wait for these weeks to come
and slowly g, and it seems I never end up coming back home,
but we're holding tighter now to what we want, there was a
time when I meant this
Give up now.

the volume is up again. Closing the spaces left within this room.
To watch instead, it's light somehow will wash this out, this image,
from playing out with programmed time.
I'm moving in circles here, just watching this gun, these hands,
these hours are losing count.
Waiting, wishing, there was a way to stop this.
I can't help it now. This light somehow will wash it out, this image,
from playing out and keeping time.
Believing in all I fear, I'm breathing out, this repeating line.
The last thing I'm seeing, is bleeding in through the sound.
Just turn it up again. But I don't know this... wash out the images.
And hoping that it might that it just might, not come
again you turn and watch the screen, get up do anything you can.

and now it seems so odd to me that I believed in anything,
will this winter hold let go in spring? Becoming
more than how I'm viewing everything. This is what you've
been planning on? Say you want to know what been going on.
Can't you tell?
we always are falling apart

no interest in this motion.
It's leading us too far, don't react and it's all,
I know that there's no right way to...
words failing. We're breeding sour ends, far more
to this than I can take. don't react. Now everything
is ending fading out, how can you let go?
But are you willing to lose instead of giving up?
Just turn and walk away, no interest in this motion.
So we will stay the same. Don't react.
There's something wrong with how,
we try to work things out.
We're moving out of line.

Forcing this to bend until breaking it apart.
Supposing this doesn't have to be anymore than thought.
For now it's not, and if I could just talk to you,
and not want to tell it all. Because it seems,
I've always known things change, they change.
Just give it time, so the only consolation is the feeling,
that I'm going on anyway. Where motions slow to standing.
I'm building to indifference and dulled inside.
Wait on saying all your thinking out loud.
These wounds are healing, its worth leaving alone now.
These words are reactions to this that I will,
never be alright.

this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets downs.
The list of dead goes on and on and on.
The sidewalks ache from the weight of holding,
up broken hearts. I'm giving up on moving on.
What used to fill these streets with life,
has thrown a brick right through our lives now.
Don't hold back. So forget about the bricks,
we wear around our necks,
And forget about every second up to this.
Here's to the walking casualties of heavy handed,
subelty. So raise a drink, we'll break the windows
and the chairs, and finally start a fire burning,
at both ends. I might be everything to you need
and you might be the same for me.
We got out fast, burning at both
ends

I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,
into our beds while we sleep.
Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,
between our bodies and our minds, we look for ghost,
and that's what we find.
Will we bury who we loved or is the ground,
to cold to break?
Well we slept our way through knowing what to do.