The Elevator Division – Movement

 

mute  harsh words left undone, I lost more than just my son. that day I lost everything, I thought was mine. years of silence filled with regret, makes one understand alone is no way to live.  memory shapes once again. the way we were when this began. strange you didn’t notice then. the things I said, hurt me instead.  I finally took the time. I finally took the time.

 

tempo of three  pictures of people we once knew, but now they’re gone away. chances to say I love you will son be gone away. echos of selfish things I said, I would give my life to change them.   business makes us all forget why we’re even here, and who with. but when we try to laugh it off, we forget we don’t have forever. and when it comes time to say good-bye, we want to cherish our time together. but that’s when I can’t feel at all.

 

eighty-eight  we can't keep holding on forever; some things were never meant to be.

it's the feeling you get, when you try to hold one more minute. the moment comes and goes, but you still feel the same. sometimes, everybody falls apart. at night, in the dark, no one can see you cry. how long can we keep on pretending; it’s never something we can't see. the further you get, the more your promise has grown silent. thirteen long years, and still moving away. sometimes , it's all a bit too much. you can close your eyes, but the worlds always still there when you wake up.

 

last night  whisper your voice, remember nights like this and dreaming. whisper the end, and say it ends with forever. waiting alone, the sky around me turns to evening. don’t let go, and we’ll always be together.  our embrace, returns one-thousand years of wanting.  folding our hands, and pray it begins with forever. I know tonight will be our last, I know tonight will be our last. don’t let go.

 

alone she tries to smile, to feed his eyes, to make it safe. but they both know that she's lying. her world stumble out past, the lipstick on her mouth, to a boy that’s tired of trying. she's tired too. it's just the way that these things happen. she's taught herself, not to question why. she knows the way, to just get by. you survive, when they pay you to keep smiling. but it's just not enough when,  all the things you want, are the reasons why you're crying. she doesn't know, why when she's lying right beside him. she only feels like she'll always be alone.

 

studio audience  you’re not alone. there’s comfort in the faces staring right back at you.  each night they’re on, every bit as real as the life you call your own. when you get the chance, you’ll lose yourself in a televised romance.  confessing your sins, before a live studio audience.  we’ll make you believe, we’ve got the answers. we’re one step above, you’ll clap when you see us. profits are up. all it takes is one man without a conscience. to sound the alarms, mass producing different ways to make you whole. all that we’ve earned, should’ve recognized it, has crumbled and burned. there’s nothing left. what was I thinking?

 

burning bright  time will try to make us forget. what we both had, before we felt the need to try for more. and holding on is hard, when you’re walking out the door. everything only leaves you wanting more. it takes all our lives, to finally realize that all we have, are the things we try our best to hide. i don’t want to wait on a life that might not come. what if I’ve wasted all this time, when I should have just let go. but letting go is hard when all you have is not enough. sometimes you only hold what you don’t own. it takes all our lives, to finally realize that all we have, are the things we try our best to find.

 

asleep at the wheel  bright flashing signs above men in the windows, they never stop trying. from left to right, eyes rolling back. constant ringing, sounds of static, to help you sleep at night. it all makes me tired. it all makes me tired. wake up to tv, with sex in the window. it never stops crying. from day to night, constant motion. bigger pills mean smaller problems, to make it though the day. it all makes me tired. it all makes me tired. and on my way home, as the evening turns to night i dream of where i would go, if i had the time.

 

a model citizen  watch over us tonight. the sky and pavement are black, with the sound of breaking hearts, we re-enact the past. surround the square and keep them silent, nothing is in their eyes. they barely look at us. pale and empty faces, the father of our sons. watch over us. here they come, just stay calm. surround the square and keep them silent.