Front Page

You drive yourself into the river
Shake your lungs out and wring your hands
As people crowd and watch you shiver
I see you split into your halves

I'll clip you out of my front page
And try to cover up your headline
New ink spills and gets rearranged
Into a picture that won't leave my side

A shaky light rises under the awning
You're still inside and you won't hear the morning
So sharpen up, and get real down
And don't just say, "you'll see me around"

I'll clip you out of my front page
And try to cover up your headline
New ink spills and gets rearranged
Into a picture that won't leave my side



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Smith
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