 She got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,
holding her breath to hear something, but the dirt made not a sound tonight
echoes of songs still lurk on distant foreign shores, where we
danced just to please the gods that only ask for more, so it goes
but still we give ourselves to this
we can't spend our lives waiting to live
on cold nights
in a prayer for dawn
but the daylight
isn’t what/ she wants
the concrete
calls my name again
im falling
thru the cracks I slip
the postcard says wish you were here
but I’d rather I was there, holding
on to the simple things before they disappear, that’s what I meant
but that was then, and this is now
I'll make it up to you somehow
on cold nights
in a prayer for dawn
but the daylight
isn’t what she wants
the concrete
calls my name again
im falling
thru the cracks I slip
she got down on hands and knees, one ear against the ground,
holding her breath to hear something, anything at all
The dirt whispered, "Child, I'm coming home."
on cold nights
in a prayer for dawn
but the daylight
isn’t what she wants
the concrete
calls my name again
im falling
thru the cracks I slip
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