Tape - Gatherers

Heard you confess from the window ledge

Your tenth floor apartment, the neighbors played dead

Into a tape recorder you declared, «I dreamt this up, I watched you all

disappear»

A shrine in my brain

It, it felt all the same

You haunt me in ways I can not explain

Spitting up your blood 'til my body floats

«Everything's fine», I laughed through the choke

A vanishing act, giving up your ghost

If only the ground could soften the blow

In the moment you lost your grip

To the tempo of the ambulance lights flashing

You made your peace with the sun, with sun, with the sun

There’s something in the way you moved

There’s something in the way you moved

Heard you confess from the corners of my head

You made your bed but nothing grew

A message warped, plays out of tune