The Beat of Our Own Blood

Clothes and accessories form a faint pattern of guilt on a floor

There used to be sketches, charcoal on paper, easy to alter or store on top of all the rest

Phone calls and sudden falls, in haste leaving for the solace of airport halls

It's outlined in ink now or in acrylic on canvas, a picture that'll stay and a weight for coming days to carry

To the beat of our own blood we dance past the final curtain call, past regret and the angst that we get for stabbing our own

To the beat of our own blood we dance along the lines of our bones

Out with history, in with relief and ease

Goodbye to bright spot lights and to the sound of a thousand peoples lies

To late night parties in hotel rooms, to later night travels on subway coaches

Ended up by the cove, with the back to a wall, not knowing if someone would come at all

Patience proved to be right this time, a familiar sight and the night set the world on fire

To the beat of our own blood we dance past the final curtain call, past regret and the angst that we get for stabbing our own

To the beat of our own blood we dance along the lines of our bones

Out with history, in with relief and ease

As the skyline is glowing, we don't know what's coming

But the pages they'll turn, the pages they'll turn

But as the skyline is glowing we'll be the same beings

And the pages they'll turn, the pages they'll turn

To the beat of our own blood we dance past the final curtain call, past regret and the angst that we get for stabbing our own

To the beat of our own blood we dance along the lines of our bones

Out with history, in with relief and ease