Twelve Hour Turn - Second Story lyrics

Fresh ground, now depleted A slight derail on broken tracks Starting lines, record times, but who's to say whats the finish line? The cup is empty So let's move on into brief irony And false autonomy Who knows what else Who knows what proceeds prior ink bleeds I found my memory I remember the starting line But there is a hole Is there a whole An open wound with slow recovery As i grow the scars get deeper On this "old soul" Who knows not where to go And you running fast with the banner around your eyes Too blind to see the love that's in sight