Don’t you wanna go far away from here?
A long pause..and you say,
“Have you ever seen the way the sky looks close when it gets cold?”
“I know we ain’t got hills, but we got gold”
The way your hands move when all the blood flow’s been cut; the way they crave what they will never know the meaning of.
You can’t kill what you can’t see.
Move over and over and over again.
Streams of inertia you just can’t understand.
Don’t you wanna know where all the people go?
They got bored and up and died before the final note.
The way they scatter when all the front doors have been shut.
Locked and nailed and boarded up.
The way they always crave what they always dreamed, but never was.