Fainting from hunger
Fallen by fear
Blood on the sidewalk
Staining the rest of the year
Talking to the voices you hear
No more companion
Alone in the sky
An older invention
Comes from a native reply
Raised by a shout and a cry
And I listen to this
To this voice out of pitch
The excitement or the panic of girls
And all that I heard had its own kind of reason
Was it really the end of the world?
I know you feel guilty and it's driving you wild
But the weight you've been shedding is heading to the critical side
Avanishing act just to hide
How else can I put it?
What more can I say?
An ounce of truth diminishes everything that you said
It's your turn to put things away
He told me he talks to the buildings
He told me he speaks to the sky
Once he conversed with a road full of holes
While he whispered his little white lies
And I listen to this
To this voice out of pitch
The excitement or the panic of girls
And all that I heard had its own kind of reason
Was it really the end of the world?
You love the lightning, thunder and all
Talk to the pavement
Listen to the will and the call
Voices come out of the wall
Some other surface
Standing alone
Points of remembrance only help sharpen the tone
Sharpen right down to the bone
He told me he talks to the buildings
He told me he speaks to the sky
Once he conversed with a road full of holes
While he whispered his little white lies
And I listen to this
To this voice out of pitch
The excitement or the panic of girls
And all that I heard had its own kind of reason
Was it really the end of the world?
Was it really the end of the world?
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