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The Wonder Years

Slow Dancing With San Andreas (Target Bonus Track)

 

Slow Dancing With San Andreas (Target Bonus Track)

(альбом: No Closer To Heaven - 2015)


The heat coming off of the highway
makes the mountains out in the distance
look like they're shuddering;
look like they lost themselves in a moment
they hate remembering.
I know the feeling.

I want you to know (I want you to know)
I don't feel so alone (I don't feel so alone)

I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
scared to death I won't walk these streets again.
If we fail are we collateral damage?
Did any of this make a difference?

These snow drifts haunt the Dakotas
like they're ghosts crawling on the freeway
Looking for a resting place.
Looking for roadside memorials, crosses and roses, a makeshift grave
A place they could fade away.

I want you to know (I want you to know)
I don't feel so alone (I don't feel so alone)

I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
scared to death I won't walk these streets again.
If we fail are we collateral damage?
Did any of this make a difference?

I'm drowning in shallow water.
I'm singing through the lump in my throat again.
If I'm given a voice but I don't say a thing,
is that blood on my hands?

My grandfather drove a city bus
so maybe all this wandering in circles
comes from somewhere in my blood.
My grandfather drove a city bus
so maybe all this restlessness,
this discontent, this constant search for progress is in my blood

I'm slow dancing with San Andreas,
scared to death I won't walk these streets again.
If we fail are we collateral damage?
Did any of this make a difference?

I'm drowning in shallow water.
I'm singing through the lump in my throat again.
If I'm given a voice but I don't say a thing,
is that blood on my hands?

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