The Road To Nowhere

The lightning climbing up the walls The finger drawings on the glass The map of those who used to live here Until the gilded hand was broken

Often there's a voice in my sleeping mind The words inside my skull at night But once I wake, I cannot read them My bloody hands remain a question mark

Sifting through the hiccups of time We'll hide in the bones of the city The engines sing along with their cries This song, it spells disaster But it's buried beneath the laughter

The words that fall from out their mouths Can change in your hands and split the skin So I will keep myself apart from shining eyes and privileged boredom

The thing that I've learned from unusual blood Is never touch a person's comfort The voice of change is often heard But fear itself has come to visit

Sifting through the hiccups of time We'll hide in the bones of the city The engines sing along with their cries This song, it spells disaster But we drown it out with laughter

And our eyes They were always pointed at the sky looking for an answer And our hands They were stained in black and grey busy solving problems And our backs all bear the load of all the things we'll never know until it breaks us And in the comfort of the Earth we will not wonder what we're worth No, we will sleep soundly All along the Road to Nowhere