Fairweather
Letter Of Intent
you break down systematically when
everything is black and white and red
Was making up for giving in enough to sleep at night?
you must be tired now from days and nights of growing old,
I'll mark this down as one, and call it moving on.
don't bother reading those last rites,
with demons sleeping soundly out of sight,
Sustaining tones of broken bones
will sleep with you tonight,
You must be tired now, from days and nights of growing old
I'll mark this down as one that I take to my grave alone
I'm making this my last reply,
And mark this down as one for moving on
it's my resignation
And I'll mark this down as one for moving on