this sight is worth a million words
it grinds you down it sinks like a stone
streetlights and covered tracks
every name is another possibility
a little less every night
it fills you up and beats them down
the best has gone away this time
this next corner could be the one
get the car hit the gas
the road is crowded with strangers
over this hilltop you know this place
speed up i think i heard a sound
these words could be for you tonight
a misplaced poem or a possible song
never show it to anyone
swear tonight this time
this time this time
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