Flowerhead

I was born on the haunted side of the wall
Crossing a burning land in 91
All seem so numb and confused
Trapped in a game without rules
Silent in the backseat I got no place to go

I was born as a burden on shivering cold
She gave me a bleached out raincoat to keep me warm
She got a baby to lose
And kept the radio tuned
Playing forgotten tracks no one heard anymore

It feels like I’m falling down
They’re coming for you

Some said the walls are down and history is dead
But I could see it
Through the rearview mirror

It feels like I’m falling down
They’re coming for you
They’re burning bridges and it feels like I’m falling down

I was born on the haunted side of the wall