Over & Out

I'm sleeping in a sweater tonight Oh my legs have grown cold My legs have grown cold I'll leave it until the sunlight How this static grows Underneath my clothes I'm only as real As I pretend to be I know eventually It'll come around When I've got hell and high water Holding me under A probabilistic staggered start Tying myself to the roof of the car Where I'm going ain't very far Zero to nowhere racing wrongs Falling asleep to the same three songs Even when the sunlight hurts my eyes Even when the winners break down and cry I feel it going I feel it coming down now slow Quiet the shivering in my bones Peel off the thinnest skin I own So I'm taking the high road out of the storm Wondering which way is getting me home Follow the turnstiles, follow the shouts Until it spits me over and out Over and out I had a vision Of a place Of a time A fevered ambition Picking grapes From the vine Oh when the winter comes Ill be fine And stops the sun beating down my spine Old, hollow cigarettes Obscuring silhouettes Salt cured and set aside warning signs Rose gold epiphanies worth only sympathy Sink to the bottom of the stein Screaming for the avalanche to stop Finding my footing on loose rock So I'm taking the high road into the storm Wondering which way is getting me home Follow the turnstiles, follow the shouts Until it spits me over and out Over and out