Polaroid Epitaph

The sky is bursting with rain
But sunshine still prevails
As if to make a point
I'm the boy who left town
Yeah, this was once a town
This house was once a home

What magic makes branches grow?
We knew that trick long ago
But then we changed our mind
Ambition comes at a prize
Our roots gone, and the pride
You'd think we'd say goodbye

And the afternoon's so quiet
The dying embers of our lost fire
What do we long for?
Who do we trust?
Our story in a pile of dust

I watched the phone poles they raised
The asphalt road they laid
It was all beyond belief
We never made many calls
The jobs had gone for all
Then we used the road to leave

Oh, the afternoon's so quiet
The dying embers of our lost fire
What do we long for?
Who do we trust?
Our story in a pile of dust

Oh, the afternoon's so quiet
The final embers of our last fire
What do we long for?
Who do we trust?
Pictures never lie
We left and let it die
Our history is a pile of dust



Credits
Writer(s): Gille Johan Olov
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