On the edge, on the loose
They are here to tie the noose
But they won't catch me
Barking noise, searchlight rays
Breaking news for broken days
Another entry
Entry
You're running low on straight lines
You're running low on good signs
You're running low, they say, the salt will flow
Into waste, into voids
Into shades on Polaroids
Leave a whisper?
Pine tree hill, hold me tight
Cover up and choke the light
But save the blister
The blister
You're running low on straight lines
You're running low on good signs
You're running low, they say, the salt will flow
You're running low on straight lines
You're running low on good signs
You're running low, they say, the salt will flow
