Through a window, on a neon-ed street,
You beckon me in with one long hand to finger tip.
I’m not curious, well, I’m not stopping-
I’m not thirsting for a dissection of my future.
I’m not thirsting for a dissection of my future.
Laid on a metal table- scalpel out, dusty cards,
Bloody-ing the streets of old New York.
Side-by-side, cheek-to-cheek-
Everything’s clear when you see it through crystal.
Everything’s clear when you see it.
And, the maps, the maps, the maps-
Is that what you’re selling?
Is the truth, is the truth, is the truth,
Is the truth what you’re telling?
I don’t think so.
In a cardboard box, in my hometown closet,
My dad’s laid to rest- bless his soul.
Oh the misery!
Where are you sleeping?
Pounds to ounces to dust to whispers.
Pounds to ounces to dust to whispers.
Everything’s clear when you see it unraveled.
Everything’s clear when you see it.
And, the maps, the maps, the maps-
Is that what you’re showing?
To the truth, to the truth, to the truth-
Is that where you’re going?
I don’t think so.
And, the maps, the maps, the maps-
Is that what you’re buying?
Is the truth, is the truth, is the truth,
Is the truth why you’re lying?
I don’t think so.
credits
from ARNFINN,
released July 2, 2015
Carey Sveen: lyrics, music, guitar
Evan Fricks: guitar
Robert Hellyer: bass guitar
Craig Howe: drums
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