Scream it into the wind,
I swear this is not where I end,
you can call your lie out or just dig your way down.
Do-o-own.
Dow-ow-own.
Fear the dust, fear the heat,
this is where it went down feel the ghosts drive your feet,
where the dogs and the train and your past all converging to fly,
oh they carry us,
terrify into the night
I'll drink too much coffee and hold my fears tight if they're gone,
and how we'll end up
Write it down, burn it up,
if the doorsteps are my field how do we look up, just enough,
just to try
to learn trust.
Oooooh

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