What do you get from the stretching horizon
That you
Combing the floor with the light from a cigarette
Something was making you sick in our home
It
Down
What do I get out of being established?
I still run and hide when a man
Polishing boots down a line in the basement
When I should be riding outside on my own
It
Down
It
Taking focus off the horizon
It
Swarming locusts wherever you go
It
Breaking me down soft and slow
It
Open just outside the door
It
Down
Can I get off without reliving history
And let every echo just sing to itself?
Can I move on without knowing specifics
While memories hum like a hive shaken out?
It
Taking focus off the horizon
It
Swarming locusts wherever you go
It
Breaking me down soft and slow
It
Open just outside the door
It
Down