Dancing On The Edge Of Our Graves

(альбом: Birthmarks - 2013)

Four thousand four hundred days and we're still swimming deeper
Two nameless decades, now our memories go into the aether
We get so lost sometimes
Filling holes that don't need fixing
And tide is rushing under foot, we're walking heavy

Poor hunter named Stanley and his youngest daughter Rita
Ran all the way into Chicago, got lost in the winter
They'd get so cold sometimes
Crossing train tracks, lifting rations
At night under a sea and bridge he'd sit and tell her

How some people don't change
I think they're strange
So do you
Out of their range
I feel the rage
Coming soon

Dancing, dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing on the edge of our
Dancing, dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing on the edge of our
We're dancing on the edge of our graves

Four thousand four hundred days and we're still swimming deeper
Two nameless decades, now our memories go into the aether
We get so lost sometimes
Filling holes that don't need fixing
And hiding footprints in the snow, we're walking heavy

Now some people are strange
I hope they change
So do you
Out of their range
I feel the ash coming to consume

Dancing, dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing on the edge of our
Dancing, dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing on the edge of our
We're dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing, dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing on the edge of our
Dancing, dancing on the edge of our graves
Dancing on the edge of our