The words they get out on the street.
You're sticking in till daylight.
You speak at lengths about your week.
The glow that burns at all times.
Call it back on open soil.
You check the door, it locks twice.
Board the ceilings to the floors.
A secret knock's design.
A lot of loose ends.
The sounds at night, you better keep it at home.
The sounds at night, you better leave it alone.
The station's birds are on the heat
They never miss a spot sight.
Cover passes on the beat.
Strain to keep the sleep tight.
This isn't the sound of revolution. This is the sound of all the loose ends.
Walk out in daylight. You can not walk out in daylight.
You keep your arms closer in tight. You keep your arms out of daylight.