I See Old Joy

Forgot what the point of the story ever was
Big Pheonix my brother made a band out of gauze
It's tragic every night how you bloom in the dark
Seconds don't count when we're wide of the mark

And they were waiting at the bottom of the street
Shame we won't meet them to tell them that they're all gonna die
Picking the bones from those coals in the night
We'll take your journey right out of the climb
Thickening clot part of a victimless crime
You werе hoping I would come to my senses