Tried to stay gold but the ring went green and I went gray
Pony boy turning hair and bones
Fictions get buried in brighter days
When all my truths lie in ghost notes
They’re muted and faint, and just off the beat
In endless miles dead empty
In hours pregnant with silence
I’m in the back room, turn it up
Down in the basement, turn it up
To eleven
Point the speakers at the sky, a fist lifted towards heaven
No need mention, yeah I know we’re gonna die
Let feedback be our reference
Living life like a reminder
A blurry photo postcard, you’re staring out of frame
Minutes before daylight, passing like a ghost
A shadow of a life sliding off the page
Tie a note around your wrist
Wrap your arms around my waist
I won’t take this for granted
I won’t fall back on sentiment