All the parts of me that lived inside
Are drowning in the sea of waking life
They don't know their colors don't belong on the outside
They don't know their colors don't belong
Until they're spread across the open road
Til they're spread across the asphalt on the open road
Til they're streaming in the wind like cassette tape or jellyfish
Long dark veins and records playing memories
All the things we yelled don't mean a thing
When we're spinning out on dark and metal wind
When we're flying like blue mary's angels through shattered glass
When we find the tall black shadow waiting there with outstretched hands
He has given me a dress of red and you a skin of gray
We'll be twisting here for hours til the light will give us day
We're spread across the open road
And we're spread across the asphalt on the open road
And we're streaming in the wind like cassette tape or jellyfish
Long dark veins and records playing memories
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