Without a View
It gets darker in December
Than it seems to the rest of the year
I'm eye bagged and restless
I've tried, but I can no longer hear
The signal wave, the dial tone
The Voice Of America, excited and alone
Cut from the cables
And drifting in a world without a view
It gets colder in your eyes
Every time I contrive to run into you
I'm missing essential parts of my life
They trickle and diffuse on the window pane
The blue of night
The cold, electric, hollow light
Cut from the cables
And drifting in a world without a view
Now, things that were frozen in me
Have turned to water, leaking through the floor
Things I waged long wars to keep sit in trophy cases
Can I touch, can I touch them anymore
Well
The suitcase is empty
It looks pretty drunk out
It's easy to say that I won't be deceived again
The feeling fills me
The feeling leaves me
But show me the point
And I just might believe again
The sympathies
The just as wells
Are just another padded cell
Cut from the cables
And drifting in a world without a view
The crux of faith
The old soft sell
The tolling of the mission bell
Cut from the cables
And drifting in a world
Without a view
Than it seems to the rest of the year
I'm eye bagged and restless
I've tried, but I can no longer hear
The signal wave, the dial tone
The Voice Of America, excited and alone
Cut from the cables
And drifting in a world without a view
It gets colder in your eyes
Every time I contrive to run into you
I'm missing essential parts of my life
They trickle and diffuse on the window pane
The blue of night
The cold, electric, hollow light
Cut from the cables
And drifting in a world without a view
Now, things that were frozen in me
Have turned to water, leaking through the floor
Things I waged long wars to keep sit in trophy cases
Can I touch, can I touch them anymore
Well
The suitcase is empty
It looks pretty drunk out
It's easy to say that I won't be deceived again
The feeling fills me
The feeling leaves me
But show me the point
And I just might believe again
The sympathies
The just as wells
Are just another padded cell
Cut from the cables
And drifting in a world without a view
The crux of faith
The old soft sell
The tolling of the mission bell
Cut from the cables
And drifting in a world
Without a view
Credits
Writer(s): Colin Halyk
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