Palisades
Michael Gira
Crossing the field that leads to the cliff
Crossing yourself, you're running from them
Fall down to the ocean, fall down through the breeze
Drifting below, you are weightless and free
And where is the girl that once lived in you
Bruised by her memory and bruised by the truth
Do you see how they ruined your mind?
Do you see how they wasted your life?
Can you feel anything, are there hands on your skin?
And where are you know, are you still trying to breath?
Reasons won't come, and no one will regret
That you're gone