Old issues of the news
Line the cage
Of a captive bird
Swinging trapped inside
A broken bell
On a flattened curve
Singing such a strange
Familiar tune
I can’t seem to help
But hum it too

Took a long drive
And found
There’s an end
To every road
You said that you knew the way
But then confessed
You don’t
Always been saying
That you will
But I bet you won’t
Just try to tell me something
That I don’t know

Been watching it unwind
Every hour
Takes its turn
Feels just like nothing now
As your fingers
Trace the words
That appear on your window
Where you breathe
You’ve wiped them all away
But they never leave

Pour memories
Half filled up
And thrown against the wall
Still stepping
On those pieces
You never seem
To find them all
I know this has happened
So many times before
The writing’s on the wall
And there’s blood
All over the floor

Old issues of the news
Line the streets
Throughout this town
Hear the sirens coming
Where are they going now
I know that we will never
Be here again
So let’s stay
Right here
Until then