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Let's call this the quiet city Where screams are felt as the waves of the stoplights Drive through the streets As gunshots punctuate the night The sides we take divide us from our faith And the mourning dove gets caught (in the telephone wire) Asleep, you set the fire in your own house And the night was a knife that cut And I'm paralyzed Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines Tearing this canvas from the wall Cross out the eyes, put lines through these cries Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall (Yeah, trees that fall) (Trees that fall) (Trees that fall, fall-) A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed Hear voices from another room It happens all the time But July in the sand then The leaves fall and counting down our days to live Drain the blood from this valentine! We can rise on the wings of the dove See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke We can rise, like candles in the dark, yours always And an envelope marked with your new address Asleep, you set the fire in your own house And the night was a knife that cut And I'm paralyzed Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines Tearing this canvas from the wall Cross out the eyes, put lines through these cries Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall (Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines, lines) (Cross out the eyes, blur all the lines, cries) (Your eyes, your eyes) (Your eyes cry) It was the first time face to face Crossing the line talking to the other side of death Hearing the words that choke memories into flat lines Calling your name, hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away (Til' we die, memories and flat lines) Cross out the eyes 'til we set off these lines Cross out the eyes 'til we set off these lines (Cross out the eyes) Our fence was blown down in a winter storm in this field (Cross out the eyes) Stretches out of this world into the sound (A trace of-) What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days? (A love song) I'm hoping for something to wash these dreams of you away (Stretches out of this world) (Let's drive back the dead) (Stretches out of this world) (Stretches out of this world)
Writer(s): Timothy Payne, Thomas Rule, Geoffrey Rickly, Robert Keeley Iii, Steven Pedulla Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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