Red: Alone
It's been a while
It's kinda muddled
There was a blast, I'm thinking
"Oh my God, there's a penny
And there's another
There's a pile of change"
I've been absorbed
And now I'm racing by your house
I'm too obscured
To be seen
Just by the naked eye alone
Calloused, endured
Surreal, ignored
By just the dream
To heal before
The wound is cleared
A life in shame of your belief
Kids on the outside wave
Breathe on the glass and draw with a finger
Maybe it's just a normal day
Pick up a brick, smash windows and make you fly
Hey
Think of a number, write it on paper
Wrap it around your handlebars
This is a memory constructed to make you cry
It's on the fly
Can't fake another.
Fill up the glass, I'm shaking
Oh my God, that's a memory
And that's another
And here comes the shame
And I pretend that I don't mind
But I am full
And I remember things that make me rip
My eyes out of my skull
And I divine
The things that I can't handle
No epithet
Can set beside this angle of angels
I've been absorbed
And now I'm racing by your house
I'm too obscured
To be seen
Just by the naked eye alone
I've been absorbed
And now I'm racing by your house
I'm too obscured
To be seen
Just by the naked eye alone
Who are you supposed to save?
Is this an exercise in absorption?
How far will you go to avoid their name?
It's kinda muddled
There was a blast, I'm thinking
"Oh my God, there's a penny
And there's another
There's a pile of change"
I've been absorbed
And now I'm racing by your house
I'm too obscured
To be seen
Just by the naked eye alone
Calloused, endured
Surreal, ignored
By just the dream
To heal before
The wound is cleared
A life in shame of your belief
Kids on the outside wave
Breathe on the glass and draw with a finger
Maybe it's just a normal day
Pick up a brick, smash windows and make you fly
Hey
Think of a number, write it on paper
Wrap it around your handlebars
This is a memory constructed to make you cry
It's on the fly
Can't fake another.
Fill up the glass, I'm shaking
Oh my God, that's a memory
And that's another
And here comes the shame
And I pretend that I don't mind
But I am full
And I remember things that make me rip
My eyes out of my skull
And I divine
The things that I can't handle
No epithet
Can set beside this angle of angels
I've been absorbed
And now I'm racing by your house
I'm too obscured
To be seen
Just by the naked eye alone
I've been absorbed
And now I'm racing by your house
I'm too obscured
To be seen
Just by the naked eye alone
Who are you supposed to save?
Is this an exercise in absorption?
How far will you go to avoid their name?
Credits
Writer(s): Robertdale Rulon Crow
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