Take a number for permanent happiness

On the run again

In the fire until the end of my days

To save a short shot for the public

Mile after mile

Afraid of the sound

The narrow walkway

The burial grounds

It comes revolving

So sorry and small

And circling around

You're so nothing at all

I am an anchor but you are my everything

So I'm still at the top

But we are ephemeral

Broken and burned

To save a short shot for the public

It seems that I have led you astray

The floodlights shine on areas of gray

When the storm hits it will take you away

Whеn the storm hits I'll take you away

We arе at the bottom of it all

Then midnight comes

I'm forced to watch you rise, untethered

High above these sites that bind

I fell out of my clothes

Turned and kissed the wall

Voice outside of my mouth

It felt so good to give up