Fault Lines Songtext

von The Little Hands of Asphalt

It's that time of year, when it doesn't get dark
With guilt still boiling under the bark[?]
We hit the bed
You scratched your scars
When I awoke, I heard smoke alarms
From the farthest side of the park
I've kept my sensory system sharp
And there's a new coast line
They're putting pavement on the waterfront
Let's jump the fence to the other side
Where those buildings starts to rise
Barcodes labeling the sky
Where there's a new coast line
And that water's bound to bury us
But I think we'll just have to wait
(All this time)
The little things you told me
(All this time)
The little things you've been leavingout
Maybe they'll try to believe you when you say it's not the end of the world
It's closing in, but I'll just let it slide
I just want everything to be right
To be a bright silverlight
And there'll come a time, the reconstruction waits
Pull together tictonic plates
One goes under, one escapes
'Cause theres an old fault line
And that plane is bound to carry you
Back east
(All this time)
The little things I've told you
(All this time)
The little things I've been leaving out
Maybe it's hard to believe me when I say it's not the end of the world
'Cause it might just be
We built this city facing the sea
Now our distractions memories
(All this time)
(All this time)
(All this time)
There's a new coast line
And there's an old fault line