City in Amber (feat. Lotte Kestner)

They say the dead never speak, maybe I don't listen

To their sweet nothings in the crazy world I live in

I'm in a flush grey Seattle on Monday as the sun rays chase the shadows up hills

With a child-like sentiment, catch me if you can, it's a fight flight rhetoric

Dancing on command till the night's light's setting in

Fancy what you have, it's the zeitgeist yet again

In hindsight to find my cause of death I chased my dreams then I lost my breath - get it?

Am I clever with the words? Does it really really matter when you're entering a hearse?

Look, I'm alone in a coma from the methadone

Searching for a saint that was frozen in a bed of snow

And then I'll excavate the set of bones

Easy come, easy go, better late than never though

Here we go again, we can call it my defeat

When my tongue is in my cheek for a solid ninety weeks

Swallow pride and grief, it was all I really had, just so I could understand that is all that I can be

And from a bird's eye view, sixteen shots and I'll earn my dues

Sixteen shots and the world I knew is a resting plot for the curbside blues

I see a city trapped in amber full of all the joy and the misery that's captured

Bright lights emitting in a pattern by the fireflies like a symphony of lanterns