Birth Of A Mile
by Anatomy of a Ghost· from Evanesce
never found our way out again cause to trace that blood trail is more than I can bear
this is my spring I finally fixed the car floored out of here I'll find out who my friends are
the ones waiting tomorrow morning I've pushed this away so hard this is my spring fixed the car today
"I wish I were lighter, the weariness weighs too heavily on me." This is my spring still cold enough for snow
(swirling leaflets flutter down) from planes tracing seams across the sky overhead seed the soil left to fallow for too long
with pamphlets proclaiming "falls finally dead"
the steering wheel never mine to turn now it turns on any tangent but around
"That's something you still have to learn." With the muffler my memory removed I'm spared the sound.
never found our way out again cause to trace that blood trail is more than I can bear.
from planes tracing seams across the sky overhead seed the soil left to fallow for too long
with pamphlets proclaiming "falls finally dead"
(so much like growing up falling becomes fallen and buried alive but buoyancy: keep it and survive)