Dewey Kincade

Lyrics

Ghostly hours and days surround me,
Vacant lots that walk now hound me,
Now it's clear my tears have found me out,
The shiftless winds are all that feed me,
The faceless hosts no longer need me,
I'm haunted by this flat unseemly doubt.
All the kings adn abandonned star-play,
And every vault and every archway,
Each forbidden love, where are they now?
And where's the hope of godly feathers?
I'm bound by ropes and cuffs of leather,
I couldn't speak your hope's forever vow.

Miles away from the nearest root,
Where endless paths have worn out my boots.
Didn't know that I could be so blue,
The only answer I've got left is you.

I tried them twice, but nothing soothes me,
For all my threats the problem's proving,
Time itself is barely moving on,
I'm chasing after senseless dangers,
Fill my room with eager strangers,
I'm paralyzed though all my chains are gone.
Your whispered words can only taunt me,
While shades of empty choices haunt me,
They let me watch, but don't want me to move,
I stand embittered and bereft,
Of watches seized in petty theft,
Well, lift my head, there's nothing left to prove.

Miles away from the nearest root,
Where endless paths have worn out my boots.
I'm sorry if I've ever been untrue,
The only answer I've got left is you.

Once I knew that I could pretend,
But each day it feels like just another end,
If we could just make that river bend,
There's nothing broken we can not mend.

Buried dreams in cloaks of purple,
Arrows aimed at perfect circles,
I calm myself now nothing worse will come,
From prison palaces unspoken,
The sleepy drifter drowns awoken,
While ancient sounds wait in my broken drums.
I lose myself in country dimestores,
I turn my head from ghetto crime-wars,
At least now I've got time for the pain,
I spend my money in wishing wells,
I strew my room with empty yells,
You seem to have what nothing else sustains.

Miles Away from the nearest root
Where endless paths have worn out my boots
I've bitten off more that I can chew.
The only answer I've got left is you.