Don't leave me in this room The walls are closing in This is the space I used to say The line is drawn for you each day

 

But every day you show With sound of caving walls Some day this song will have no pulse And I'll cave alone

 

But there we are Waiting for your answer Your arms speeded elation Beating out your salvation But when the tape stopped you were gone

 

A half measure from home home, home

 

This week I recreate Edit you back into The blare that could define you Coveted by few who knew

 

The phone rings without pause This grief wills everyone All I have is our shitty song How could it ever be enough?

 

Here we are in our final accord A mortician and his tools Sonically bury you You could have chose another chord to resolve on on, on