Lusitania

This tension is growing along with us, holding out,
we feel it, It stays through storms and summers now,
with no end. These days seem to shorten when you stand here,
but you're no here and this air stands still,
hold anything to keep from letting go, Attention is paid to this
distance, The times that we are close we know how this feels
alright, and it feels alright, so we'll wait for these weeks to come
and slowly g, and it seems I never end up coming back home,
but we're holding tighter now to what we want, there was a
time when I meant this
Give up now.

the volume is up again. Closing the spaces left within this room.
To watch instead, it's light somehow will wash this out, this image,
from playing out with programmed time.
I'm moving in circles here, just watching this gun, these hands,
these hours are losing count.
Waiting, wishing, there was a way to stop this.
I can't help it now. This light somehow will wash it out, this image,
from playing out and keeping time.
Believing in all I fear, I'm breathing out, this repeating line.
The last thing I'm seeing, is bleeding in through the sound.
Just turn it up again. But I don't know this... wash out the images.
And hoping that it might that it just might, not come
again you turn and watch the screen, get up do anything you can.

and now it seems so odd to me that I believed in anything,
will this winter hold let go in spring? Becoming
more than how I'm viewing everything. This is what you've
been planning on? Say you want to know what been going on.
Can't you tell?
we always are falling apart

no interest in this motion.
It's leading us too far, don't react and it's all,
I know that there's no right way to...
words failing. We're breeding sour ends, far more
to this than I can take. don't react. Now everything
is ending fading out, how can you let go?
But are you willing to lose instead of giving up?
Just turn and walk away, no interest in this motion.
So we will stay the same. Don't react.
There's something wrong with how,
we try to work things out.
We're moving out of line.

I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been given.
Well that formula for caving in has now seceded,
from a courthouse filled with empty judges.
You've got a plan, you've got a blueprint,
you're plagarizing what you can not be.
It's not a plan, it's not a blueprint,
you're criticizing what you can not be.
A clientele of fools, continues to confuse our history,
with what we're waiting for, a silent jury.
So we can use our every means for progress...
We're set free and who we want to be

you talk talk talk of how you're looking forward.
But it's not changing anything.
You don't see that where you were is where you are,
no matter what the situation you're waiting for.
Well, how are you now? Don't say that you're waiting,
for something to come and wake you up.

I must confess that nothings changed for now.
While knives that line sweet conversations still find a way,
into our beds while we sleep.
Can't you see that there's an ocean that drawn a line,
between our bodies and our minds, we look for ghost,
and that's what we find.
Will we bury who we loved or is the ground,
to cold to break?
Well we slept our way through knowing what to do.