Lines - The Attic Sleepers

You remind me of the things I should forget

But I remember this

You are always on a rock that never shakes

Where the clouds collide

We’re both trapped inside of many with no roof

And no walls to climb

In these streets we forget about the mess

Where we used to hide

Waiting for the shadow of my mind

To cause another line in the sand

Waiting for the waves to wash down slow

Mixing all the tracks in the snow

You remind me of the things I should forget

But I remember this

In these streets we forget about the mess

Where we used to hide

Gazing through the holes in the ceiling

There’s noone to cry to

Hopelessly we run in the meadows

The way out isn’t through

Waiting for the shadow of my mind

To cause another line in the sand

Waiting for the waves to wash down slow

Mixing all the tracks in the snow