Long Distance

The Districts

Long Distance

Title Long Distance
Album The Districts - EP
Year 2014
Notes Free Water Co./Mark Larson & Co./The Dirty Districts Inc./Dissed Ricks Inc. (Lawson@roynet.com) 100% Publishing & _% Master
Vocals Male
  • Composer

    ROBERT RICHARD GROTE/CONNOR PHILLIP JACOBUS/MARK DAVID LARSON/BRADEN ISAAC LAWRENCE

Lyrics

Talking through a tin can,
I can see her facing the sun with her eyes closed.
As this late autumn sun,
It washes the dreams of this life.
I'm lying here on the stone that's holding me from the ground,
The water seeps below-
She fits so right in my arms and I see her and smile.
As this late autumn sun washes the dreams of this life,
She reaches her hand in the dead leaves and the dirty soil-
They're smearing between her fingers.

Ain't it strange to be alive at all?
I'll breathe this air that spins around my mind to fill me up,
Let me feel you one more time.
Ain't it strange to be alive at all?
I'll breathe this air without thought without sound to fill me up,
'Til I'm dirt in the ground.

Long distance, slow time
Is it easier
Aching fears crawl up my mind
Long distance, I'll reach around and pull away my spine,
If it'd make me feel alright.

Talking through a tin can,
I can hear her voice float around my head.
Isn't it a shame how we all become the things we never wanted to see at all?
Give me a minute or two to control myself, a minute to get back down to where you are.
I just want to come down, and I just want to get back down,
to see what this face really means to me.
Now even the wall's they mock me- they're the deepest blue of all.

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