Jan 2015
this is the last call
i try to get the last of everything
the last of the cold breeze
perhaps some fire of your anger
and of my own eyes
(they will not exist tomorrow)
for passengers of flight -
did the sun forget to wake up?
all i can see is shadows!
and the lamps only pierce me deeper
but never through the hollowness
please proceed to -
no, don't tell me to go
don't tell me i have to
i'd go between highway lines again
if it means home
thank you
i try to get the last of everything
the last of the cold breeze
perhaps some fire of your anger
and of my own eyes
(they will not exist tomorrow)
for passengers of flight -
did the sun forget to wake up?
all i can see is shadows!
and the lamps only pierce me deeper
but never through the hollowness
please proceed to -
no, don't tell me to go
don't tell me i have to
i'd go between highway lines again
if it means home
thank you
