familiar to me. They don’t have to know.
Swift and contained and caught up in
life so you never can land. Your genius/beauty it hits
me like dirt in the face and you can’t understand.
All I have ever wanted was just to be able to stand on
You save all your problems for me, they
don’t have to know. We can hide in the hilltops
and graves, they don’t have to know. You come here
on your own with cancers and perfume. And five o’clock
in the afternoon is heaven and endless.
Cursed and betrayed and forced to be
strong on these hard iron wings. Wizards and scientists
left on their own shouldn’t play with these things.
Now we are running away and who knows what the future
will bring, on our own. We are left to survive on our
And the mausoleums perched so high above
the city can be fun in the right amount of sun. And a
certain amount of technology has pricked your curiosity.
And a certain amount of persecution has curiously invaded
your mind. And I tried to be the hero but I screwed it
all up in the end. And now we’re in the midst of
this whole great global war. When five o’clock in
the afternoon is heaven and endless.
They won’t come here for me. I
covered up everything so carefully. They got exactly what
they deserved. All I get is this guilt.
I have sacrificed everything and now
I am cursed by these iron wings. But at least I am not
alone. While I watch the city burn below.
Something’s familiar to me. They don’t have