Via Chicago

I dreamed about killing you again last night

And it felt alright to me

Dying on the banks of Embarcadero skies

I sat and watched you bleed

Buried you alive in a fireworks display

Raining down on me

Your cold, hot blood ran away from me

To the sea

I printed my name on the back of a leaf

And I watched it float away

The hope I had in a notebook full of white, dry pages

Was all I tried to save

But the wind blew me back via Chicago

In the middle of the night

And all without fight at the crush of veils and starlight

I know I'll make it back

One of these days and turn on your TV

To watch a man with a face like mine

Being chased down a busy street

When he gets caught, I won't get up

And I won't go to sleep