City In Amber (feat. Lotte Krestner)

They say the dead never speak, I do not listen

To the sweet nothings in the crazy world I live in

I'm in a flush gray seattle on monday the sun rays chase the shadows up hills

With a child-like feeling, catch me if you can it's a fight rhetoric

Dancing on command of the night's setting

Fancy what you have, it's the zeitgeist yet again

In hindsight to find my cause of death

I chased my dreams then I lost my breath - get it?

Am I clever with the words?

Does it really matter when you're entering a hearse?

Look, I'm alone in the coma from the methadone

Searching for a saint that was frozen in a bed of snow

And then I'll excavate the set of bones, easy to eat

Easy to go, better late than never though

Here we go again, we can call it my defeat

When my tongue is in my cheek for a solid ninety weeks

Swallow pride and grief, that's all I really had

Just so I can understand that is all I can be

And from a birdseye view, sixteen shots and I'll earn my dues

Sixteen shots and the world I knew a resting plot for the kerbside blues

I see a city trapped in amber full of all the joy and misery that's captured

Bright lights emitting in a pattern by the fireflies like a symphony of lanterns