Description
Our ghosts fill up these hollow walls, empty hands filled with silence, we are still alive from what I’ve seen, heads hanging in the balance. I’ll keep on in this sleep, I’m never gonna find that perfect cure, I’ll hold on to my name because it’s the only thing I still know for sure. Look at the sound of all these people on fire, I want to be on fire, do u want to be on fire?
But we don’t love ourselves enough, we pack our hearts with medicine, choke our lungs with broke down tries of lesser men. I’d rather give u my name instead of just forget it becoz I carry it but I don’t want to carry it and so I’ll follow u vision and listen with my eyes every maze and twist and bend, try to go where u point, step where u recommend, oh lead what I should see great specter. U say: give up, give up, don’t give up, then I won’t give up, because I know I’m not alone. I know that all roads lead to home in some way and I’m on my way, are u on your way?
The dream miner, from Listener’s Wooden Heart
