Chasing

Writing with my left hand
Holding on to you with my right
Determined to make something of these young days
Let's close in on that dance with the devil

Cearl Street Purch!

Over this cheap elation
The doubt begins to creep in
I'm sorry about our communication
Those walls seemed important at the time

OK all right let's reflect while moving
Find a reward for our late night restlessness
Our requiem in a valley, amongst towering overdrafts
Leads me to the manual fade play chasing grey weightless yeses

Help distract me
Lift my mind from the mundane
Usually
A woe of the twenty something
Crazy
For these orbits spinning around my head
It seems
That the moon hangs high these days

I can feel you searching
I can feel your hands running down those walls
I can feel you searching
And I can feel your hands running down those walls

Please distract me
Lift my mind from the mundane
Usually
A woe of the twenty something
I think I'm crazy
With these orbits spinning 'round my head
It seems
That the moon hangs high these days

I can feel you searching
I can feel your hands running down these walls
I can feel you searching
And I can feel your hands running down these walls

Well I can't find you
(Chasing forces)
No I can't find you
(Chasing choices)
I can't find you
(Chasing forces)
No I can't find you
(Chasing choices)

Expecting noise, met with silence
Your frame and I at
The center of this, weightlessness
The horror the horror

The wheels go round
Sirens scream, dilated pupils
The mirth is snapped, the bend tends downward
The night grows darker, the horror the horror



Credits
Writer(s): Rusell Emery Medley
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