The Arc Of Decent: Dancing In A Motel Just West Of Lincoln – Echolyn – letras

There’s a gun on my pillow’Cause I’m just ash and dustAnd all that you love, will be carried awayThere’s a gun on my pillowI don’t hear any saviorsKnockin’ on this yellow doorI smell piss and heavy cleanerI hear fluorescent bulbsBut I don’t hear any saviorsEither wayI countdown the secondsEither WayWhen they find me in hereBetween twin double bedsThe blue smoke will hoverStill round my headAnd they’ve seen this all beforeIn a thousand different waysAnother cry from the lonelyLost and afraidAnd outside the world moves onThe world is just an ashtrayCollecting what’s used upThere’s no comfort in knowingIt’s filled to the topThe world is just an ashtrayI am distant thoughts and tiny secretsI am the drink in a wordAnd out beyond the rail on highwaysI dreamed of lovePlease, please, ohI am immersedAnd love forgetsAnd all that you love will be carried away