Messianette (We Raise The Dead But They Won't Stand Up)

Empty streets,
Concrete feat,
Market star,
Cigarette tar,
You're all I wanna be,
But you're what I cannot see,
So why can't I be here?

Motorcars,
Anti-folk,
The moon is stoned,
When the sun ain't shining,
Coz write and see,
The cursed plea,
Of a raggedy angel.

Climbing apartments,
Cause trees are gone,
Chasing paper planes,
Cause fireflies alone,
Don't have the same,
Thing.

Hitch a ride,
Back to San Francisco,
If you don't see the light,
Then you won't see the night,
It's a lose-lose situation.

Cause maybe I,
Don't reply,
To automated conversations.

She hold our hands,
With her rotating wheel,
Of self-repent,
And maybe I descend,
This dark lay down on me,
Lay it down on me,
Lay it down

Stopped vehicles,
Traffic light girl,
Who cares about a donkey,
Of every new devotion,
Comes an entirely new pollution.

Old and desolate,
Cold and infinite,
You tear this seams of fate,
And made it your way.

I am the blue,
In your mascara,
Seeing skies,
From different eras,
I won't believe,
That you'd deceive,
Such a satisfactory fall.

A prayer with your name on it,
Messenger of the animals,
I'd give you a thousand chances,
But the cards are all folded.

Empty road,
Twisted mind of bane,
She could've start a storm,
But then she kept me warm,
Inside an illusional arm.

She could've screamed,
But she didn't make,
A sound or a whimper.

Don't kid me,
Cause everyone has a God,
It's either your heart or not,
So I can't tell,
The difference between the grey and the brown.

Maybe I'd sound,
Chained bound,
To books,
Iconoclastic looks.

We can't burn paper,
So we throw them in,
The ocean of your eyes.

An army of two,
Against,
The aging zoo,
The lambs forever in fear,
Of the wolves,
And isolated deers.

There is no herd,
Only a lonely shepherd,
Holding up a neon torch.

I guess someday,
We'd make it our way,
But now it's interstate.

The keyboard is stuck,
To a key of an F,
And I won't try to fix it.

A strum of her harp,
And a stab from my sword,
Goes way beyond under.

The song that never finishes,
It goes on for days and days and days,
Possibly a thousand years,
Of hope again.

So don't you close my door,
Please don't close my door,
Am I too late for summer.