After the Movies

Standing looking on the mountaintops
It's late in November
The weather's getting cold
Prophetic scene of violence, erupting down below
The beasts are out to play
And grab their photos

While I'm stuck inside a room with the plans
We make them every week but they go nowhere
With no inspiration I've never felt so cold
Can't move another muscle, never felt this old

Hang the photo frames, but don't give them a name
Just like our unborn kids
They're unwritten
The clock is ticking loud, it's asking where you are
I'm waiting on the train
Grab my walking things

Captured out the window of our room
We moved the bed this morning to change the view
Two halves of a whole and I'll sing it so
After the movies we're mining gold



Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Kapp
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