The Twenty-First Day
He’s stolen my lady’s arms
socially broken and withdrawn
we're just blood wrapped in skin and bone
waiting beside a dead lined phone
the dry air and the point to arrive
we killed ourselves to be alive.
Highways, neon lights, no ones around to save my life
cities, glow under somewhere out there there’s a star
waiting, asking why oh why can’t i believe
in you, just like you believe in me, tonight.
Now the grass is given light
and the day is given night
in a certain symmetry
populations become diseased
on the twenty-first day of March
there in distance no sign of the stars.
socially broken and withdrawn
we're just blood wrapped in skin and bone
waiting beside a dead lined phone
the dry air and the point to arrive
we killed ourselves to be alive.
Highways, neon lights, no ones around to save my life
cities, glow under somewhere out there there’s a star
waiting, asking why oh why can’t i believe
in you, just like you believe in me, tonight.
Now the grass is given light
and the day is given night
in a certain symmetry
populations become diseased
on the twenty-first day of March
there in distance no sign of the stars.