Funeral Diner

The Night Builders

Funeral Diner


Take down the clouds and burn the town just leave me a boat 
so I can escape it's too late I have no intention of 
calling this off this is where we'll die and wake to black 
and white dreams with our fists hidden behind lies tomorrow 
won't come the night builders pulled down the sun with 
shackled limbs and sleepy eyes touch your last morning 
forget I ever existed