Sync Different

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

How can you say?when you callyou feel nothingin your bonesstill wait for youhereAlone
How can you say?when you calllove last three yearsnot much moremy hart stops beatingfor you
tonight
How can you say?when you callyou never loved menot at alli'm still bleedingfor youAlone

Worship me, despise meIs this my destiny?Or just the way I fucked up my life?Have you ever imagined we’d split up this way?
So bitterly.Of course I haveMy nightmare’s come true.
Worship me, despise meIs this my destiny?Or just the way I fucked up my life?Have you ever imagined we’d split up this way?
So bitterly.Of course I haveMy nightmare’s come true.
Dead souls coming in from a long lost future.Dead souls wandering through the ages back and forth.

trigger in your headtrigger on your bedtriGger on the beachtriGger like a bitch
trigger when you rundeath blow of the suntrigger in your planewith cocktails in your veins
someday i will drag you
undone