Minut Cutanja
Watch the man build up his walls for isolation. (You make division.)
Walk no mile,
I'm sick and tired,
of all the cowards at the radio station.
No cathartic plot to thicken,
to quote the vernacular,
I'd say that you're chicken.
We're going nowhere,
and it's happening fast,
a dim future,
and a darker past.
Somewhere away from here,
from past mistakes they often learn,
at Fahrenheit 451,
you close your doors and let it burn.
Pharisees in the church,
time to take a vacation. (Emanc
Christopher
Winter hangs on just like a jilted love
Left to pass time under factory lights
Spinning on free ways for 25 years
A place in the sky where it all disappears
Street lamps flicker with stops and starts
We drag race our devils to fill empty hearts
And headlines and cities and curtains drawn dark
And Christopher floats to the stars
Christopher walks on the dark
Spring comes alive like cigarette flame
I'm singing this song though rock fades away
We're running for something we can't quite discern
But we'll look to the sky and say "that's where you were"
Street lamps flicker with stops and starts
We drag race our devils to fill empty hearts
And headlines and curtains and cities drawan dark
And Christopher floats to the stars
Christopher walks on the dark
We are just driving in cars
But Christopher walks on the dark