The phone shudders, tab the ringer mute
The annual reopening of wounds
Of a heart poured into the desert
And it's address book of ghosts
Turn and walk from the crater lip
And hope the desert dries with your heart
Pat the ground flat and plant your flags
Then close the door from inside the mirage
The desert does not remember
The desert does not care
I can only see this moment
Through a veil of flames
As I cut away at the filaments
That tie me to other's lives
It was someone else's loss
And has nothing to do with me,
now
Aphastic thunder flickers behind a long flat range of grey
Swirling dazzles of amber spin crumbling memories
The annual reopening of wounds
Of a heart poured into the desert
And it's address book of ghosts
Turn and walk from the crater lip
And hope the desert dries with your heart
Pat the ground flat and plant your flags
Then close the door from inside the mirage
The desert does not remember
The desert does not care
I can only see this moment
Through a veil of flames
As I cut away at the filaments
That tie me to other's lives
It was someone else's loss
And has nothing to do with me,
now
Aphastic thunder flickers behind a long flat range of grey
Swirling dazzles of amber spin crumbling memories