halfsleeper

All the parts of me that lived inside
Are drowning in the sea of waking life
They don't know their colors don't belong on the outside
They don't know their colors don't belong

Until they're spread across the open road
Til they're spread across the asphalt on the open road
Til they're streaming in the wind like cassette tape or jellyfish
Long dark veins and records playing memories

All the things we yelled don't mean a thing
When we're spinning out on dark and metal wind