Somewhere from the mortar
They saved you from far away labels
Eternity means nothing
But a sign on a bridge

When everyone's a stranger
They call for you by your first name
And laugh at jokes you once made
When you were a kid

Somewhere down the barrel
Lies a bullet that I can't keep
And in these waters I'm wading for a reason
After all, it's in my head
I'm not a slave to a desperate lust
And in these waters I'm waiting for a reason afterall?

Screaming limitations
Fall silent on new york corners
A terrorist's a prisoner, and a tourist a thief
When paintings seem like bargains
But they're nothing but wallpaper
I'm plagued by small town fascists
Like a rash on my skin

Somewhere down the barrel
Lies a bullet that I can't keep and
I've been searching for something more than distance
After all, it's in my head
I'm not a slave to an unborn trust
And in these waters I'm waiting for a reason after all, after all, after all

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Writer(s): DANIEL JOHNS, PAUL MAC