You are my blanked out pages
All the wasted spaces
The old weapons vanished
Spit blood at dawn, closed foreverYou're an ivory icon
Held in glass captive
You're a falling column
Sharp little teeth kiss goodnightHe was upside down and drifting
In an endless ocean of night
The terror came in waves
Each one pushing him further from the shoreYou are a fractured mirror
Silver paper in the wind
A desperate measure
Sharp little circuits of feverI can feel the unslept hours, see all the traces
I can hear the ticking of clocks
Old record running down, you can't replace it
You get distracted by the soundHe hears an ocean in the dial tone
Every night after the sleeping pill goes down
He wants to believe that he doesn't exist
He's everywhere and he's nowhere all at onceWe'll fill the blanked out page, we'll burn the traces
We'll turn the unslept hours to days
Old record running down
We'll flip it over and sing the songs we've never heard
Now, now, now, now, now, now, yeah
Songwriters
Thomas Rule;Geoffrey Rickly;Steven Pedulla;Timothy Payne;Iii Keeley;Andrew Louis EverdingPublished by
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