Pale New Dawn

sickly surrender to cola remember machines shaky somnambulist shiver out all your screams go to the room with the chair and wait for your life scared that the voices i hear may never be mine seven december a paper back letter recalls you knew such happiness crashing her loveliness one wedded fall cutting through gray where you're holding the pages amazed cutting the picture to ribbons in winter parades pale new dawn put something on you're thinking faster than i run now the more i get connected the less i know who i am and it feels like i'm the only one the month has gone rabbits the winter is taking my life am i a passenger passing through scenes in someone else's life cold will outlast me apartments are castles in space warm with the void holding court in a four poster grave pale new dawn put something on i hate the shape of things to come now the more we get connected the less i know who you are