Peeling paint of vacant corridors.
Rusty stain beneath the drip.
Splitting stairs groan beneath my feet.
One-by-one the sidewalk squares slip by.
Sky is heavy on my back.
The sun is no friend of mine today.
(Chorus)
The voice of Dawn calls me to her day,
By day drag the hours.
If I rise, show me to the end.
Stories written in the margins
Smudge-stained page.
The tale of being no one.
Between the lines, that's where I'll be.
(Chorus)
Curl me up.
Bury me.
Cover my eyes with your love.
Hide me from myself.
The walking dead need to feel the soil, so please...
Curl me up.
Bury me.
Cover my eyes with your love.
Hide me from myself.
I don't wanna be found today.