Lagwagon - Narrow Straits


I want to mute the scene 
Stop the clocks 
Turn them off, and feel your silence. 
Shut them out, plug my ears 
And I wanna hear of somewhere you're down and out. 

And I'll let separation 
My watch is when you leave for the last
In a conscious moment 
I could live in a certain regret here in the past. 

Mine shoots blanks, memories, and more 
You clearly made me think that I had something to live for. 
Bury it in the dirt
So I will dig and pull the weight
For once a relief and name you gratefully. 

Our worlds ran parallel 
An indefinite promise to meet, divided. 
And I call it frustration
As I anchor the boat to greet unsubsided. 
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