Writer: Carlos Echeverria, Jackson Douglas, Santiago Lara
Composer: Carlos Echeverria, Jackson Douglas, Santiago Lara
Lyrics
Albeit the forfeiture
Of what's left
I will follow
In your footsteps
Melting the bullet down
Ascend the stairs
I trust that
I'll meet you there
And all the crowd noise
Drums my ears
The doggie just sat there
And cried.
Watch as I take a bow
'till no one's left
I'm hopeless to treatment
And you know it now.
Slicing the movements between
Pieces
For sure, for sure had them running towards natural law
For sure, for sure
Comet taking place overhead: my knees
Growing closer to my feet
I weigh the blades below
And still footsteps destroy
The piedmont grass underneath,
Tiny hands
Tucking myself into
The rotunda's mossy turf
With a drink
Sipping, slowly
Slowly, it's dawning on me
Like a lightbulb moment
Or the HUD
Becoming visible overhead
All of the characters
You've been playing
In this song
An alarm clock in a dream singing
A body, waste for spring cleaning, spread by a river downstream