who are far too many and quick to speak.
We won't endure another line of their misery.
The sleep deprived come alive
for one last stab at extending shelf-life,
before we set off down these highways
where I've seen your love sent up in shells,
exploding in all its glory.
I've seen your pride lit up down by the riverside.
I've seen your eyes light up with love for life on these nights,
and the nights when I'd lose my head
and the hospitals worked through morning
to piece me back together,
when I'd wonder if life would be better
spent in something less than sanity.
Then to watch our life stories cyclone
through a cracked, dirty windshield
as we drove north out of town,
discovering all life is crazy,
and that's the beauty.
Collecting landscapes and skylines in our eyes
wrapped up in twilight.
I've seen your pride lit up all across the countryside.
I've seen your eyes light up with love for life on these nights.
I've seen it in your eyes. Your love for Life.
Dark arts catharsis right here where we left off.
We speak and it spills underfoot, stains and soaks through.
Standing in warm blood is the thrill enough to fulfill you?
The sleep deprived come alive
for one last stab at extending shelf-life,
before we set off down the highways
where I've seen your love sent up in shells,
exploding. And we ride off toward a new life
where I've seen your eyes light up with love,
and you'd shine in all your glory.
