Conditions are getting worse

And there's nothing left I can do

Gonna leave while I can
I'm gonna...

with or without you

It never used to be like this before

But it's something I just can't ignore

I'm gonna leave before it's too late

Erase my presence - evacuate

I've had it up to here with lies

I gotta make different plans

I'm already rotting inside

Instrumental

This sunlight cutting through the open fields.
Can't be communicated by radio waves.
And through this flashlight keyhole memory.
Receive a thousand signals and can't respond.

So keep your hands to yourself.
And relay the message to your friends that nothing's wrong.
Reverse reception on this lifeless satellite.
Push this button.
End the transmission.

So keep your hands to yourself

I segued it up
Stitched all these dead end streets
Into the sewn up seams of my heartstrings unwind (unwind)
Unwound like a petal pulled from an open flower
Surrounds by fields where children sigh
But don't make a sound and don't

Break it off
This searching for
We'll never find
And that says it all
I hope that we will make it through

It's just the southern road that you leave by and open windows in your car.
It's the breathing of the city that says leave me behind.

Forget tomorrow side with the open road.
Pulled apart for you.
In the window unlocked and left open.
For the rising sun taking you back home.

If we never meet again it would be too soon.
I'm glad I ran from you and now my life's a mess.

You know it sounds better in the long run,

where your words and symbols stack up into the night
Hands are broken, folded like a steeple of my own symbol

The song is the same, A simple word transcribed to hold your faith. (Ooh your faith.)

We mass as shadows, light as dust silent to further the days

Hold your frown . . .

We listened to the open sound your voice projected on the radio dial
Lie with me I said and lying's what she always did and always will.
All these thoughts keep leading back to him.

And no signs from Cinema.
No city skyline.
No paper scraps and no unfolding at five o' clock
Your voice skips as it always did and always will
All these thoughts keep leading back to him

a figure 8

You told me on your birthday
all the things that
this place had done to you.
And in the streets you walk,
you hide your face cause
they don't believe it's true.
They say it doesn't happen that often
but it's happening right now

CHORUS:
I'm writing you this
letter to let you know
I'm not all right
and in this city
the streets are paved with hate

City of blue tile.
Figure in Ceramics.
Where we reach out.
Grab for Porcelain.

But it's too fragile to hold.
And it shatters in our hands.
In time the seasons will seal these shards.
Into the slits that denote your wrists.

Death is the answer.
To calculations composed of motions that are the same.
And secret and different (secretly the same).

(Lauren's Interpretation)

The angels sing of someone coming down
To wake us from a sleep that's broken
Deeply wont shut up again
Must be some sort of sign for us
That things are going to change

Its hard to dream
Well you'll try hard
In this half hearted minute
You sleep alone
Its hard to dream
If you're a ghost
Its only a matter of time
Before we fade out

Don't you take a breath
The air is cut with cyanide
In honor of the New Year

With this gives cause to celebrate:
The air raid sirens
Flood barbed wire skylines
By artificial night,
As we sleep to burn the right
From our pointless lives.
Tonight we're all time bombs
on fault lines.

Have we lost everything now?
We're walking
like each other's ghosts
Around these silent streets

Where the Circle Ends
Mountain ranges

Morning red bathed ridges stab up at the trembling blue horizon
Grey slides lazily off rooftops
Lands on the incandescent ground and dies.
A flock of little men touch down on the this surface of porchlight
Dawn's footsoldiers return to march twilight across our faces
Skylites ignite and explode
Scattering shards of april around the room