John's Book - Elks

Before the fire goes cold tell me how the story ends

The earthquakes break your heart

The houses are on fire

Walking in a desolate city without the smallest patch of shade

Some places are printed in the faces that I’ve met

I can’t stand all the words blowing out of your brain

Slow down, if you don’t want them to find us

So may the rain be like a veil on our skins

I can’t stand all the words blowing out of your brain

I don’t wanna see my face in a black mirror

I don’t wanna see the world from my rooftop window

I can’t stand all the words blowing out of your brain