The Republic Of Wolves - A Weather Vane lyrics

All that time that you k** Pulling smoke to your lungs In a parking lot covered in green gla** and shimmering The light on your face starts to darken then dissipate The ghost was inside your mouth Placing bets with your teeth Forcing your voice out Pushing your tongue up from underneath And I pa**ed the fields we were racing the sun You slipped away past the fog and the fire Like I saw the footsteps cut out of the ash We traded names just to see if the colors would change And they did I got sick of the pull You just sputtered and sang You were nothing a curtain, the sawdust, a weather vane And don't try to skip past the part where you realize You slipped away past the fog and the fire Like I saw the footsteps cut out of the ash We traded names just to see if the colors would change And they did Well I lied my way out of this one And you lied your way to a ditch And I fought myself just to stay up Out of your street-walking tongue-talking sleep How it consumed you And eventually me (Unintelligible)