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Let`s call this the quiet city:

Where screams are flet as a wave of stoplights

Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night

The sides we take divide us from our faith

And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire



Asleep you set the fire in your own house

And the night was a knife that cut

And I`m paralyzed



Cross out the eyes

Blur all the lines

Tearing this canvas from the wall

We crossed out the eyes

Put lines through these cries

We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall



A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed

Hear voices from another room

"It happens all the time"

But July in the sand

Then the leaves that fall

And counting down our days to live....

Drain the blood from this valentine.



"We can rise on the wings of the dove

See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke

We can rise like candles in the dark your always"

and an envelope marked with your new address



It was the first time face to face

I`m crossing the line

Talking to the other side of death

Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines

I`m calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams

of you away



Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field

stretched out of this world into the sound of a trace of blood

in a love song

What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days?

I`m hoping the snow will push these dreams of you away

Let`s call this the quiet city:

Where screams are flet as a wave of stoplights

Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night

The sides we take divide us from our faith

And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire



Asleep you set the fire in your own house

And the night was a knife that cut

And I`m paralyzed



Cross out the eyes

Blur all the lines

Tearing this canvas from the wall

We crossed out the eyes

Put lines through these cries

We pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall



A silent dance that we did into this hospital bed

Hear voices from another room

"It happens all the time"

But July in the sand

Then the leaves that fall

And counting down our days to live....

Drain the blood from this valentine.



"We can rise on the wings of the dove

See blue skies getting caught in the trail of all this smoke

We can rise like candles in the dark your always"

and an envelope marked with your new address



It was the first time face to face

I`m crossing the line

Talking to the other side of death

Hearing the words that choke memories into flatlines

I`m calling your name hoping for something to wash these dreams

of you away



Our fence was blown down in a winter storm and this field

stretched out of this world into the sound of a trace of blood

in a love song

What can we do to put a stop to the coming white days?

I`m hoping the snow will push these dreams of you away

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