The Second Song

I would blank it out in my mind Pull the blinds when the sun starts to rise That pall mall filter under your boot Stains the ground now Stains the ground now The wide open pores of this town The wide open pores of this Continuous grey days Not to be balanced out The suns resignation This smoke stained little town I would highly doubt that you'd see The world inside a grain of sand But that's your plan If the sun will do the equation for you now And we're tied to an entrance of sound The exits on land and we drown And we're never swimming back again No we're never swimming back