Failures' Union (The)
Burned To Last
i’m so tired of this hotel
the walls keep bleeding
the wake up call machine has left me dead and dreaming
the photos you have kept
have turned their heads to light and memory
the ones in the trash are permanent and local history
saw some
dimming lights
across the river
heard some
fading noise
from your lips
there were two of me
saw some
cutting lines
across remember me
heard some
mumbled words
from your lips
in the mirror
i’m so tired of all these spells that we keep dreaming up
you have told me that our past is just our dreaming of
the photos you kept have turned their heads to light and memory
the ones in the trash are burned to last
and staring up at me
hears some
mumbled words
from your lips
in the river
From Letras Mania