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Little Homes · 2016
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Wake up in a moving chair,
You catch the smell of this sterile air,
And
got a couple questions now,
So
S
end that thought from your brain to your tongue through your mouth.
"
I see you've woken up,
I'm afraid there isn't much that we can,
Do
for you outside of,
Write a prescription from my pen to a nurse for your drugs.
"
Racing down past
your
neighbor's driveways,
Scraped
your
knee.
Fingers polished and free of rust,
Wait for the signal to shake the dust off,
But you're
a cable without a
plug.
You
Struggle now to
accept
that a brain's not enough.
Unpacking all her things to,
H
elp her feel at home.
Sobered senses,
Meltin
'
.
All that's solid.
Ends up fallin away.
All that's holy,
Is profaned.
Face to face,
With all you ever made.
Chased
out of a parking lot,
You're running with all you've got,
But when the door closes you're still confused,
By unaccounted for
things that you used to use.
The doctor's making rounds,
He sees you lost to delirium
a
nd
the cold is creeping in
So
Pulls
your
blanket back up so it covers your skin
.
Cradled your child,
As she lay
dreaming
in your arms.
Sobered senses,
Meltin'.
All that's solid.
Ends up fallin away.
All that's holy,
Is profaned.
Face to face,
With all you ever made.
Words by Luke Francis Walton & Brandon Woodward (BMI). All FEiN lyrics.
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