Paroles Dead Hour de Guild League (The)

Textes et Paroles de Dead Hour

There will be no further commentNo defiant fist will liftThese capitulating eyes will lowerFeet will shift andTo the lone thoughtful oratorWe will give the shortest shriftAnd let the soundbites eat the heart outOf these lives that are a giftWe will settle, we will settleFor the bottom-line, for lessAnd we'll water ourselves down into the messA crow on every clock towerA rook on every steepleShadows without shadowsShoulders hunched toward the windA thick mist kisses office blocksI look for other peopleIn that cold expanse of windowsDo they see me looking in?In the dead hourPre-train and post-night busWill we let the morning papers suck the life out of us?But could you try, when I dieTo paint my shadow on the wallAnd when these organs are defeatedGive the doctor free-for-allOh cut me out, cut me upLittle bits of me live onIn drops of paint upon a wall, in lines of songA line in a songFilthy streets cut dirty scarsThrough gutless architectureAnd the dead hour shift is fluoro, lit so sickeningly brightCircles of the air, condensed are softening the coasterDust is just dead skin and hairLeave your chair, take back your lifeYou see the buildings have begun to catch the lightCould you try, when I dieTo paint my shadow on the wallAnd when these organs are defeatedGive the doctors free-for-allOh cut me out, cut me upLittle bits of me live onI can feel someone else's breath filling my lungsOh cut me out, cut me upLittle bits of me live onMy heart in someone else's chest, these lines in songA line in a song

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