Signals...

another one from the brantley vault. if anybody wants to talk about how much they wished life would slow down, give me a call.

Signals

meet me on the other side,
where the sea won't fight the sand.
i can't see, i can't believe i can love you,
without holding your hand.
and all the time i walked alone,
they said you where right there.
but this is my cry of desperation,

as i'm falling through the air.

and all that you forgot here,
was this porcelain heart, that died
with apathy, deception, and running away.

she's cutting with the knife they call affection.
it's gentle but that doesn't ease the pain.
and i was dragged a thousand miles
to prove this bleeding's real, and it's alive.
oh and it's alive.

where are you running when there's
nowhere to go.
what are you looking for, did you think
that you'd find home?

and all that you forgot here was
this porcelain heart that died,
with apathy, deception, and running away.
and this burning red, this burning red
ignites the signals, in the sky
that take over my day, over my day.

and it pounds so hard
in the back of my chest.
and this is bleeding and it's
pouring from my side.
and i was dragged a thousand miles,
and i'd be dragged a thousand more
to feel you one more time, to feel you
one more time.

and all that you forgot here was
this porcelain heart
that died with apathy, deception, and running away.
and this burning red, this burning red
ignites the signals, in the sky
that take over my day, over my day.