Dislocation
I don't know where I'm going now
That I'm running down a dream
The sun comes through the blinds in blades
Forever blinding me
And what I grasp
Thin as a thread
Spending hours in my head
And it's time I got a move on
Moving miles and miles ahead
She said wherever I may go
Be sure to turn it blue
Three worlds apart
Two miles away
From my crooked brain and you
And what I saw
A tumbled wall
Brick by brick we watched it fall
Giving up or moving on
I've got much longer left to crawl
Bury me under these old American roads
I can't remember last time I was there
Carry me through these nights in dislocation
I don't wanna spend my time to lay awaste
Without you here
The taste of sun is oh so sweet
And I'll never wanna leave
Can you tell me what it means
To need a place stuck in between
It's what I need not what I want
Grasping onto all I got
And I wanna smell the roses
Stopping for all forget-me-not's
I'll drive past burning timberline
Straight into the fire
Does someone got a light
And I want to know
What it's like on the other side
Take another bite
From my aching hands
I am leaving my hometown
Confused by what I found
Scared by what I've not
I'm through calling myself cold
Doing what I'm told
Struck out on my own
Bury me under these old American roads
I can't remember last time I was there
Carry me through these nights in dislocation
I don't wanna spend my time to lay awaste
Without you here
That I'm running down a dream
The sun comes through the blinds in blades
Forever blinding me
And what I grasp
Thin as a thread
Spending hours in my head
And it's time I got a move on
Moving miles and miles ahead
She said wherever I may go
Be sure to turn it blue
Three worlds apart
Two miles away
From my crooked brain and you
And what I saw
A tumbled wall
Brick by brick we watched it fall
Giving up or moving on
I've got much longer left to crawl
Bury me under these old American roads
I can't remember last time I was there
Carry me through these nights in dislocation
I don't wanna spend my time to lay awaste
Without you here
The taste of sun is oh so sweet
And I'll never wanna leave
Can you tell me what it means
To need a place stuck in between
It's what I need not what I want
Grasping onto all I got
And I wanna smell the roses
Stopping for all forget-me-not's
I'll drive past burning timberline
Straight into the fire
Does someone got a light
And I want to know
What it's like on the other side
Take another bite
From my aching hands
I am leaving my hometown
Confused by what I found
Scared by what I've not
I'm through calling myself cold
Doing what I'm told
Struck out on my own
Bury me under these old American roads
I can't remember last time I was there
Carry me through these nights in dislocation
I don't wanna spend my time to lay awaste
Without you here
Credits
Writer(s): Paris Russell
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