Open Wire

There's something pullin' me
Where I don't wanna be
Before I'm even there
I want to leave

The places dreams deceive
And the righteous grieve
The places dreams deceive
And the righteous grieve

There's something pushing me
Like a crowd in an emergency
I set the fire
I need to leave

The places dreams deceive
And the righteous grieve
The places dreams deceive
And the righteous grieve

There's something drawing me
Back to the drooling spree
All my favorite things
Are bad for me

The places dreams deceive
And the righteous grieve
The places dreams deceive
And the righteous grieve

Waking in a country, not his own
Expatriate American
It ends as soon as you begin
With hot thick air and absent passion
Erstwhile ghosts croon
Crude starlight cinema
Drifting down a river questions
We don't want answered

Listen now
Before you tire
Don't speak
Don't run
Don't tell anyone
C'mon baby
We're almost there
In the palace of
Evergreen air

Crucifying yourself
On your own world
Unsung martyrs, yeah
Open, open, open, open
Open, open, open
Open
The wire



Credits
Writer(s): Phillip Miguel Milligan
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