Waking up again on yesterday's floor
Watching the dust dance in the sun
Walking past rows of little houses
With white roses out front
Only in the glow of the tail lights
Were they finally painted red
In the eternal second
Before I find my racing head.
This grey highway sky is a temple
Embraced by it rising gently
Where lie the lives of last November?
Only ghosts live forever
Laying down my skin at tomorrow's door
Watching the sun turn to dust
There's music playing from up above
As the cameras pan out on us
I can't tell if it's the ending credits
Or the Opening
Of some unfamiliar yet
Strangely hopeful scene
This grey highway sky is a temple
Embraced by its rising tempo
Near are the night of next November
Seeds in a sober slumber
This grey highway sky it trembles
Incased brined in dying embers
Looking for the lights of this November
In a sea of stormy weather
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