Southbound
๐ต 1533 characters
โฑ๏ธ 6:24 duration
๐ ID: 690247
๐ Lyrics
Invisible physicians, lawyers, and magicians.
An instant of existence at the table in the kitchen.
A flood-lit, floating highway,
Headlights slicing up a pathway into the driveway.
Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
Southbound train-track traveler
Add another film roll, quick, into the camera.
Grey lake paint-stained body of water
To the left of the runway.
(Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.)
I got lost in Egypt,
Wandering around the figurines a hieroglyphics.
Paintings on the ceilings,
Colorful in contrast to the sandy statuettes.
I read the book of the dead backwards
And then I made my way to someone with a name-tag
For directions to a staircase.
I climbed a flight an realized the century had shifted,
I was awe-struck, gaping at the walls
I floated through the marble halls
Like some dis-jointed memory thrown across the room.
(From) back when I pumped gas, red shirt, black pants.
Drinking in the bathroom, heading for a heart-attack.
Never looking up from the sidewalk,
High-tops pounding out a beat in the pavement
(They went)
Yes, I'm a little bit wasted.
Just like a six-string, I sing only when I'm pressured
Or when I'm alone with a rhythm and a reason.
Heading for the season of the winter coat,
Heartbeat heavy as a suicide note.
Yes, I'm a little bit wasted;
Nevermind, I'm fine, walking in a straight line,
Trying out my voice for the first time.
Grey lake, paint-stained body of water
To the left of the runway.
Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
An instant of existence at the table in the kitchen.
A flood-lit, floating highway,
Headlights slicing up a pathway into the driveway.
Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
Southbound train-track traveler
Add another film roll, quick, into the camera.
Grey lake paint-stained body of water
To the left of the runway.
(Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.)
I got lost in Egypt,
Wandering around the figurines a hieroglyphics.
Paintings on the ceilings,
Colorful in contrast to the sandy statuettes.
I read the book of the dead backwards
And then I made my way to someone with a name-tag
For directions to a staircase.
I climbed a flight an realized the century had shifted,
I was awe-struck, gaping at the walls
I floated through the marble halls
Like some dis-jointed memory thrown across the room.
(From) back when I pumped gas, red shirt, black pants.
Drinking in the bathroom, heading for a heart-attack.
Never looking up from the sidewalk,
High-tops pounding out a beat in the pavement
(They went)
Yes, I'm a little bit wasted.
Just like a six-string, I sing only when I'm pressured
Or when I'm alone with a rhythm and a reason.
Heading for the season of the winter coat,
Heartbeat heavy as a suicide note.
Yes, I'm a little bit wasted;
Nevermind, I'm fine, walking in a straight line,
Trying out my voice for the first time.
Grey lake, paint-stained body of water
To the left of the runway.
Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:05.80] Invisible physicians, lawyers, and magicians.
[00:19.42] An instant of existence at the table in the kitchen.
[00:32.73] A flood-lit, floating highway,
[00:36.28] Headlights slicing up a pathway into the driveway.
[00:59.27] Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
[01:23.15] Southbound train-track traveler
[01:29.99] Add another film roll, quick, into the camera.
[01:49.23] Grey lake paint-stained body of water
[01:56.87] To the left of the runway.
[02:04.56] (Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.)
[02:13.25] I got lost in Egypt,
[02:17.53] Wandering around the figurines a hieroglyphics.
[02:26.35] Paintings on the ceilings,
[02:30.84] Colorful in contrast to the sandy statuettes.
[02:42.50] I read the book of the dead backwards
[02:47.66] And then I made my way to someone with a name-tag
[02:54.47] For directions to a staircase.
[03:07.31] I climbed a flight an realized the century had shifted,
[03:24.68] I was awe-struck, gaping at the walls
[03:32.05] I floated through the marble halls
[03:40.41] Like some dis-jointed memory thrown across the room.
[04:12.83] (From) back when I pumped gas, red shirt, black pants.
[04:18.51] Drinking in the bathroom, heading for a heart-attack.
[04:23.97] Never looking up from the sidewalk,
[04:26.99] High-tops pounding out a beat in the pavement
[04:35.39] (They went)
[04:36.59] Yes, I'm a little bit wasted.
[04:38.62] Just like a six-string, I sing only when I'm pressured
[04:45.33] Or when I'm alone with a rhythm and a reason.
[04:48.88] Heading for the season of the winter coat,
[04:53.15] Heartbeat heavy as a suicide note.
[05:02.24] Yes, I'm a little bit wasted;
[05:05.90] Nevermind, I'm fine, walking in a straight line,
[05:12.09] Trying out my voice for the first time.
[05:18.82] Grey lake, paint-stained body of water
[05:26.68] To the left of the runway.
[05:34.75] Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
[05:49.32]
[00:19.42] An instant of existence at the table in the kitchen.
[00:32.73] A flood-lit, floating highway,
[00:36.28] Headlights slicing up a pathway into the driveway.
[00:59.27] Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
[01:23.15] Southbound train-track traveler
[01:29.99] Add another film roll, quick, into the camera.
[01:49.23] Grey lake paint-stained body of water
[01:56.87] To the left of the runway.
[02:04.56] (Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.)
[02:13.25] I got lost in Egypt,
[02:17.53] Wandering around the figurines a hieroglyphics.
[02:26.35] Paintings on the ceilings,
[02:30.84] Colorful in contrast to the sandy statuettes.
[02:42.50] I read the book of the dead backwards
[02:47.66] And then I made my way to someone with a name-tag
[02:54.47] For directions to a staircase.
[03:07.31] I climbed a flight an realized the century had shifted,
[03:24.68] I was awe-struck, gaping at the walls
[03:32.05] I floated through the marble halls
[03:40.41] Like some dis-jointed memory thrown across the room.
[04:12.83] (From) back when I pumped gas, red shirt, black pants.
[04:18.51] Drinking in the bathroom, heading for a heart-attack.
[04:23.97] Never looking up from the sidewalk,
[04:26.99] High-tops pounding out a beat in the pavement
[04:35.39] (They went)
[04:36.59] Yes, I'm a little bit wasted.
[04:38.62] Just like a six-string, I sing only when I'm pressured
[04:45.33] Or when I'm alone with a rhythm and a reason.
[04:48.88] Heading for the season of the winter coat,
[04:53.15] Heartbeat heavy as a suicide note.
[05:02.24] Yes, I'm a little bit wasted;
[05:05.90] Nevermind, I'm fine, walking in a straight line,
[05:12.09] Trying out my voice for the first time.
[05:18.82] Grey lake, paint-stained body of water
[05:26.68] To the left of the runway.
[05:34.75] Drop me a line when you finally arrive on the runway.
[05:49.32]