Ive been in this place before
Felt the train a thousand times
Spewing yellow liquids
Runs as leave down my cold spine
We meet again this august
I cant forget your face
Burned through my belongings
Youre engrained in every way
Ill hide you in the bottom
Stack pot and pans till we cant see
Forget for a few minutes
Then remember you and leave
Walk through a sunned park
And listen to the music playing outside
Greens and browns and children play
But my mind off in the water
Bathing in the salt
I feel the yellows drying me
My brothers and sisters call me for help
I cant quite hear them full
Or maybe I forgot and theyre not really here
Last time I saw them they were in your room
Screams from belts
Will you tell me what theyre saying
Youre the only one that knows
Last time I saw them they were in your room
I cant quite hear them full
Or maybe I forgot and theyre not really here
Bathing in the salt
I feel the yellows drying me