Tiger Bear - Lord's Day lyrics

In the void they play your song Echoing endlessly, a sliver of time Cold and waiting to respond with mine I've always hated whited screens The stupid hours, wasted time 21, dying and dreaming in front of mine Ink can blot out dried old paper Screams can echo memoried love Narrow roads and winding stairs Lead you through the tangle of Sunday afternoon I tend to think in borrowed phrases Words not mine and other's places Turn eyes to future places and want more than glancing faces In the void I found a voice Something silver, something mine Gold is waiting to share your time I'm old and done with craftless work Saving hours and spending time 22, waking and living now for mine Ink can blot out dried old paper Screams can echo memoried love Open roads and ghostly stares Lead you through the tangle of Sunday afternoon