No slack to inspire
Throw the words in
A self starting grassfire
Watch them awake
Empty out all that you speak
Out here the miles
Seem so close and slow
The silence depends on the dose
So wait one second
To sit and adore
Like the hours and hours
Spent carving post-war
Days creep just like the old
Too blind to see where they are
Out here the miles
Seem so close and slow
The silence depends on the dose
So go ahead and blow
More air into tires
Till your dark as a coal sack
Breathing in all that you have
Just to keep the flood lines bone black
Out here the miles
Seem so close and slow
The silence depends on the dose
