Oblivion

Peeling back the layers to reveal a thicker skin
Your thoughts and your prayers are growing old and wearing thin
Lend me your patience and I'll try to understand
What it feels like to live in oblivion

The flooded street's the perfect place to float by
The air is heavy, no one makes a sound
Locked doors and secret stores and bags of sand
Won't save you from drowning in oblivion

Why won't you fight for me
Ward off the demons only I can see
Why won't you say
Anything other than "you'll be okay"

A thousand tiny feathers falling from a summer sky
Taught to jump but learned how to fly
City lights and tourist sights must look so bland
Way up there, in oblivion

I've seen Southern mountains set on fire
Burning for our insatiable desires
Once you've discovered all there is to know
Is there anywhere to go but higher into oblivion

Why won't you fight for us
Discard the excuses that I can't trust
Why won't you say
Anything other than "ça va bien aller"

You can ring the bell
Or knock down the door
I do not live there anymore

You can cast a spell
Pour salt in the sore
You cannot hurt me anymore