Still Between Lovers - Street Sects

Most of us waste it

Burn through it early

No concept of pacing

Pulp on the rim of the glass

Blood on the back of her skirt

I gave my statement, said «I don’t recall»

Washed my hands then followed her home

At my best I’m barely hanging on

At my best I’m barely holding up the wall

I belong on the run

But I don’t think I should go anywhere

I don’t think I should play that card

After all it’s her fault

We almost got caught

A bar up in Dallas where fourteen people were shot

A dragon on the wall

At my worst I’m full of sentiment

At my worst I carry most of it around

In my head and my heart

So I focus on my work, not my loss

I concentrate on moving on

And I know you’ll appear

And when you appear

I’ll be gone and she’ll be in the clear

The work will all be done

Glass in the tread of a tire

Bone peeking out through the skin

Swift transition, it’s nothing at all

Follow the money next time

Most of us fake it

Work through it later

No concept of struggle

No concept of value