there's a girl on a ledge
who's got nowhere to turn
cause all the love that she had
was just wood that she burned
now her life is on fire
it's no ones concern
she can blame the world
or prey till dawn
but only love
will breakerfall.
breakerfall
yeah, only love will breakerfall
it's like she lost her invitation
to the party on earth
and she's standing outside
hating everyone here
she's her own disease
crying to her doll
but only love
can breakerfall
breakerfall
only love
can breakerfall
yeah
breakerfall
oh oh oh
only love can breakerfall
breakerfall...
only love can breakerfall
the sirens scream wanton attention
time to take heed and change direction...
time to take stock and make omissions...
evacuation... evacuation
time to take leave all formal functions...
time to plant seeds of reconstruction...
no time this time to feign reluctance...
it's like you're waiting for
a diamond shore to wash your way...
bets put aside, you're evil...
lets crawl into your face...
a vision, vague or not
raising a frightful wake-you-up...
time for...
evacuation...
evacuation...
evacuation...
evacuation...
evacuation...
evacuation...
there was a solemn man who
watched his twilight disappear
(in the sand)
altered by a fallen eagle
a warning sign...
(a sign)
he sensed worry could be strength
with a plan he said
time for...
evacuation...
evacuation...
evacuation...
evacuation...
i've used hammers made out of wood
i have played games
with pieces and rules...
i've deciphered tricks at the bar...
but now you're gone...
i haven't figured out why...
i've come up with riddles...
and jokes about war...
i've figured out numbers
and what they're for...
i've understood feelings...
and i've understood words...
but how could you be taken away?
and wherever you've gone...
and wherever we might go...
it don't seem fair...
today just disappeared...
our light's reflected now...
reflected from afar...
we were but stones...
your light made us stars
with heavy breath...
awakened regrets...
backpages and days alone
that could have been spent...
together...
but we were...
miles apart...
every inch between us
becomes light years now...
no time to be void...
or save up on life...
got to spend it all...
and wherever you've gone...
and wherever we might go...
it don't seem fair...
you seem to like agian...
our lights reflected now...
reflected from afar...
we were but stones...
your light made us stars
and wherever you've gone...
and wherever we might go...
it don't seem fair...
you seem to like agian...
our lights reflected now...
reflected from afar...
we were but stones...
your light made us stars
don't feel like home...
he's a little out...
and all these words elope...
it's nothing like your poem...
putting in...
inputting in...
don't feel like methadone...
a scratching voice...
all alone...
it's nothing like your baritone...
it's nothing as it seems...
the little that he needs...
it's home
the little that he sees...
is nothing. he concedes...
it's home
one uninvited chromosome...
a blanket like the ozone
it's nothing as it seems
all that he needs...
it's home
the little that he frees...
is nothing, he believes...
saving up a sunny day...
something maybe two tone...
anything to call his own...
a chip off the cornerstone...
who's kidding rainy day...
a one way ticket headstone...
occupations overthrown...
whisper through a megaphone...
it's nothing as it seems...
the little that he needs...
it's home...
the little that he sees...
is nothing. he concedes...
it's home...
and all that he frees...
a little bittersweet...
it's home
it's nothing as it seems...
the little that you see...
it's home
all in all... it's no one's fault...
excuses turn to carbon walls...
blame it all on chemical intercourse..
the swallowed seeds of arrogance...
breeding in the thoughts of ten...
thousand fools that fight irrelevance.
the full moon is dead skin...
the one down here's wearing thin...
so set up... the ten pins.
as the human's tide rolls in...
like a ball that's spinning.
bombs... dropping down...
overhead... underground...
it's instilled... to wanna live.
bombs... dropping down...
please forgive... our hometown...
in our insignificance.
turn the jukebox up, he said...
dancing in irreverence...
play v-3... let the song protest.
the place begin to shift...
perfect lefts come rolling in...
i was alone... and far away...
when i heard the band start playing...
on the lip... late take off.
bombs... dropping down...
overhead... underground...
it's instilled... to wanna live.
bombs... dropping down...
please forgive... our hometown...
in our insignificance.
feel like resonance of distance...
in the blood... the iron lies.
oh he deals em off...
off the top...
ties em off...
fills it up...
with his past...
gets carried away...
oh half his life...
a hand me down...
wasted away...
oh he fills it up...
with the love...
of a girl
he left it alone...
drilled the pain...
money to buy...
how he makes his getaway...
how he makes his getaway...
oh he chose a path...
heavy the fall...
quarter to four...
fills his night...
with the thought...
of a girl...
how he makes his getaway...
how he makes his getaway...
how he makes his getaway...
all my rivals will see
what i have in store... my gun...
i've been harboring fleets
in this reservoir... red sun...
and this nation's about to explode...
you're disciples are riddled
with metaphors... well hung...
better pony up and bring
both your barrelfulls... not one...
as we release this unspeakable toll...
how's our mother to
damn these contributors... with mud...
how will the man who made
chemicals difficult... shed blood?
how's our father supposed to be toll?
routine was the theme...
he'd wake up...
wash and pour himself into uniform...
something he hadn't imagined being...
as the merging traffic passed...
he found himself staring...
down... at his own... hands...
not remembering the change...
not recalling the plan...
was it...?
he was okay... but wondering...
about wandering... was it age...
by consequence?...
or was he moved by sleight of hand?
mondays were made to fall...
lost on a road he knew by heart...
wrapped in the same old walls...
it was a book he read in his
sleep... endlessly
sometimes he hid in his radio...
watching others pull into their homes...
while he was drifting...
on a line... of his own...
off the line... on the side...
bye the by... as dirt turned to sand...
as if moved by sleight of hand...
when he reached the shore of his...
clip on world...
he resurfaced to the norm...
organized his few things...
coat and keys...
any new realizations...
would...
have to wait...
till he had more time... more time...
time to dream... to himself...
waves goodbye... to his own self...
see you on the... other side...
sorry is the fool
who trades his soul for a corvette...
thinks he'll get the girl
he'll only get the mechanic...
what's missing...?
he's living a day he'll soon forget
that's one more time around...
the sun is going down...
the moon is out
but he's drunk and shouting...
putting people down...
he's pissing...
he's living...
a day he'll soon forget
counts his money every morning...
the only thing that keeps him horny...
locked in a giant house, that's alarming...
the townsfolk...
they all laugh
sorry is the fool
who trades his love for hi-rise rent...
seems the more you make
equals the loneliness you get...
and it's fitting... he's barely living...
a day he'll soon forget.
that's one more time around...
and there is not a sounds...
he's lying dead, clutching benjamins...
never put the money down...
he's stiffening...
we're all whistling....
a man we'll soon forget
