Tent City
by Dead Swans· from Sleepwalkers
On the road thirty days alone, these tired night drives take us further from home, these nights, through the highs and lows, dark eyed and dreamy with no place to go, afraid of what's to come, tomorrow's lights flicker in our heads, these days aren't long enough, we make the most, it's just not long enough, waking up on cold floors with our numb hips and crooked spines, we're breaking through the memories we should've left behind, I don't want to feel this way anymore, this is the only thing picking me up off the floor, 500 miles and all we're seeing are open spaces, we're breaking through the memories we should've left behind, waking up on cold floors with numb hips and crooked spines, crushing thoughts from passing towns repeating through our fragile minds, we're breaking through the memories, we're breaking through the memories, 500 miles from home.