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Michael Malarkey

Time's Still Standing Still

 

Time's Still Standing Still

(album: Mongrels - 2017)


Where did you sleep last night?
It was a cold, cold morning
Sunrise, stoking the coals
A couple of clowns still toking
And all the well-known skeletons
Are singing the same old requiems

Late in the evening in the bluest blue
Only way to paint two lovers
I'm shit out of luck but I'm stuck on you
One sad sappy fucker
And all the well-known chemicals
Are reeling me in now, letting go

And time's still standing still
And I'm still sitting on the windowsill
No talking, big thinking
There was something here that's faded away
I want to stop this scary feeling that these
These silhouettes had faces and names
But instead there's a chorus of strangers like a
A deck of cards in the back of my brain
And I'm stuck here with this hollow idea that when
When some things break they can never change
They never change

Where did you sleep last night?
I can feel my shoulders shudder
Stars shine their slivers of time
Telling all their tales of wonder
And all the well-known skeletons
Are singing the same old requiems

And time's still standing still
And I'm still sitting on the windowsill
No talking, big thinking
There was something here that's faded away
I want to stop this scary feeling that these
These silhouettes had faces and names
But instead there's a chorus of strangers like a
A deck of cards in the back of my brain
And I'm stuck here with this hollow idea that when
When some things break they can never change
They never change
They never change

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