Days On End Lyrics

days on end windows I'm changing silent hands like its a virtue holding on to damaged truth like its a weapon meant to hurt you

shouldn't care a wooden chair cracks its knuckles restless midnight wind blows worthless turn the lights off cursed the one small thing I did right

shoes don't fit theres miles to go clement weather smiling strangers worried minds sisters of mercy barking dogs that warn of dangers

people people everywhere arms that need eyes like stop signs given just one match to burn held breath I'm scared to death to drop mine

shaken doped up with insomnia troubles that can kill the mind rivers and ways to escape streets to cross and hills to climb

I just want to get from point a to point b then eight and nine watch the sad face of the clock change run for cover wait in line

what else can a poor man do what does he have besides his place its hard to find he is instrumental painted gray he hides his face

afraid of being someone else don't let me vanish from your sight I shed my skin I had no choice I taught my self to fight
guns and drums walls that listen forgetting with reckless abandon dozen roses in the trash can ballad of the last man standing

roughly cut I'm vague to you I hold my cards close to my chest I don't want to spend my life I took a chance I should have guessed

dead end dreams all written down the endless ocean its not pretty empty bottles keep their secrets living dead wander the city

half insane we laugh like dogs and play the games we got to play we don't have the strength to fight besides we don't know what to say

smoke machine ballet and murder combination virgin whore I find myself behind the eight ball hollowed out washed up on shore

ancient hatred man made thunder dust and ashes turn to mud the birds all know that somethings wrong temperatures that burn the blood

invisible the evening comes knife in its teeth and jealous rage ten thousand volts its pins me down does its dirt collects its wage

roads that recognize my voice actions that i can't defend chopping down this crooked tree I've sang for days on end

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