Lyrics
Head down in the rain My Walkman sings Caught it in a paraphrase The beast still stings Feels like on the edge of An age where the scent of you still remains In the valley, in the faint light In the words that the record sings She left her necklace and never retrieved it I left a message meandering gently amidst our secrets The clasp was broken, but you know me, I tend to keep the pieces Shards in shoeboxes still sharp Love and rockets that showered sparks White lightning in a mine shaft and black as a cold heart Blacker than before, a glassy eyed Gordon Parks Cyclops in its maze, afraid, I hear sticks sharpen in the dark Surrounded by the bones of those I slain, but god knows my heart In between the trees My echo plays Brushing on the strings Connect and constrain Feels like on the edge of An age where the scent of you still remains In the solder, in the ashtray In the old book we put away
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