Dead in my hand
Is your voice played back over a phone
Empty is my head
Devoid of thoughts or come-backs left to say
As you try to laugh me back
These months made me part from that
And your only vice that's left is me
More like almost me
Dead are our dreams
Feels so good to cover them with Earth
Bury them deep babe
No more children's names
Or apartment blocks that never were to be
Cause I'm trusting only what I see
As you try to laugh me back
These months made me part from that
And your only vice that's left is me
More like almost me
And what feels good
Will soon be storage space
All dusty and away
No longer common thought
As you try to laugh me back
These months made me part from that
And your only vice that's left is me
As you try to laugh me back
These months made me part from that
And your only habit left it's me
Almost me
Almost me
So cross the bridge at night babe
What do you see
A million little lights that just
Pass time as they please
So make one of your own
And don't wait up for me
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