I've got ghosts in my chest screaming
Kid you're out of time
The skies are ignoring the seasons
They've got colder intentions in mind
In mind...
The crows to the murder singing
"We live our lives on the line!
And we know your health is fading, we're waiting,
Outside your windows at night"
At night...
I moved to Southern California
To turn all my blues into gold
But I couldn't keep up with all of the motions
So I took the train alone
All alone...
I never asked for these twelve hour friendships
They're draining my arms in the night
And these birds out my window they're creeping, they're creeping,
Singing all the while...
"On the line, on the line, we live our lives, on the line
On the line, on the line, we live our lives, on the line"