Sometimes the conversation
Is a road to the south
Beyond the leaking roof
To the dry mouth
Sometimes intrepidation
Is the roadkill in me
Oh walk on in and solve the mystery
Single configuration
I'm out on bended knee
Oh call for help
I'm separating free
House in my head has left me for dead
House in my head, and I'm going home
Sometimes the conversation
Leads roads out to the south
Past leaking roofs
And dry, dry mouths
So this isolation
A hole too hard on me
It was somebody I knew
They threw away the key
Sometimes conversation
Is a road to the south
Beyond the leaking roof
Of a drying mouth
Footsteps inside this nation
Follow tracks, comparted train
When I felt this funeral march along my brain
Take me out of the street lights
Out of the safe light
Oh oh oh oh...
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