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​Write It Out

This song is by Dashboard Confessional and appears on the album Dusk And Summer (2006).

Yeah, I'll try to write it out
Not sure what I recall
I can't tell if it's memory
Or storytelling now
It happened very quickly
But it seemed to last for hours
And everything was crisp and clean
Till it all came crashing down
So much fire and debris

That I was nearly blind with panic
And there was no one anywhere to turn to be saved
From the tyranny and cavalcade
And all the use was lost

And the more that I would struggle
The more that I became entwined
And the thickets and the thorns
Became my flesh and I was vine
Creeping deep into the pavement
Breaking ground as I grew fast
To the center of a city
And up again where I did gasp
In the air, oh to breathe

And I was still alive with a start
And there were people everywhere to behold and admire
And I longed to be one of them
And oh, I was lost

I felt familiar with my surroundings
Though they didn't look quite right
Like some place that I had been before
Under cover of night
And I found my way by light of day
To the center of the crowd
And told them I was one of them
And begged them for their help
And with stones they took their aim

And I knew I would die at their hands
For I was crowned a heretic to be loathed and set fire
And laid upon a funeral pyre
And as I cast my eyes to the sky I felt your touch

So gentle and so soothing
That I knew I had been saved
But my movements were so labored
And my will had been betrayed
But my lips they work alone now
And to them I am enslaved
And the slightest indiscretions
That I made were met with rage
And I burned to be free

And then you rescued me with your voice
And beckoned me beside you and your touch was alive
Sensational and vibrant
And with care in your words you said

Sleep, it is stealthy thing
You cannot know its plans
But you were only dreaming, dear
And you're here with me again
And you asked if I'd recount to you
The spirit of my night
And you handed me this pad
And this pen with which to write
While it's fresh in your mind

Before it gets away
Before it gets away
Before it gets away
Before it gets away
Before it gets away
Before it gets away
Before it gets away
Before it gets away
Before it gets away