This has been a terrible year
The kind you wish to sever,
the kind you vow will never, Eat into the next
But every passing second says i'm only digging deeper
Tell me Where is the floor?
The pulse beneath the ceiling that tells me i've reached Beijing
Where everything's clear, so different yet familiar
I swear that I have been there before
Like the stenciled mark of war
Tell me who still keeps score?
This desperate race for postcards we won't misplace or send back
It's always the same: Gathered in a hurry
To cover up our worries
What do you want me to take?
From this static of voices, panicked and entreating
It all sounds the same, You swear that its important
Admit it's all just noise and
Just cast it away, The tide will make forgetting
The only thing worth telling
To the strangers you meet
the pieces you were sure would soon make you complete