Lyrics

Turning down the avenue lost on my way to get out of the way
This Amoco hasn't been contemporary since this 70s
If this were a desert or a ghost town there would be tumbleweeds
But since we're on 182nd there's only broken forties
I feel the heat of the asphalt see the haze rise up like fumes
I'm ready for anything as the bridge caves into a cocoon
It swallows my car, my legs, my chest, my arms, and my head
I'm bracing for you, I'm bracing for said and unsaid
Now I'm trapped in the rubble
This tunnel where my memories go
My breath lays shaken
My senses are clear as snow finding rest on black mittens and in seconds it's gone
Electricity zaps in my bones and you live on
In the strangest of places that I've never been before
As evidence of something more
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