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Cross Out The Eyes

This song is by Thursday and appears on the album Full Collapse (2001).

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Let's call this the quiet city
Where screams are felt
As the waves of the stoplights, drive
Through the streets as gunshots punctuate the night

The sides we take
Divide us from our faith
And the mourning dove gets caught
(In the telephone wire)

Asleep you set the fire
In your own house
And the night was a knife that cut

(And I'm paralyzed)
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall

Cross out the eyes
Put lines through these cries
Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall

(Yes, trees that fall, trees that fall)
(Trees that fall, fight!)

A silent dance that we did
Into this hospital bed
Hear voices from
Another room
"It happens all the time"

But July in the sand
The leaves fall and
Counting down
Days to live
Drain the blood from this valentine

"We can rise
On the wings of the dove
See blue skies
Getting caught in the trail of all this smoke
We can rise
Like candles in the dark
~Yours always"
And an envelope marked with your new address

Asleep you set the fire
In your own house
And the night was a knife that cut

(And I'm paralyzed)
Cross out the eyes
Blur all the lines
Tearing this canvas from the wall

Cross out the eyes
Put lines through these cries
Pulled all the leaves from the trees that fall

(Cross out the eyes)
(Blur all the lines, lines)

(Cross out the eyes)
(Blur all the lines, cries)

(Eyes, lines)
(Eyes, cross)

It was the first time face to face
Crossing the line, talking
To the other side of death
Hearing the words that choke

Memories into flatlines
Calling your name
Hoping for something
To wash these dreams of you away
(Till we die)

(Memories and flatlines)

Cross out the eyes when we set off these lines
Cross out the eyes when we set off these lines

(Cross out the eyes)
This fence was blown down
In a winter storm in this field

(Cross out the eyes)
Stretches out of this world
Into the sound

(A trace of)
What can we do to put a stop
To the coming white days

(A love song)
I'm hoping for something
To wash these dreams of you away

(Stretches out of this world)
(Let's drive)
(Back the dead)
(Stretches out of this world)
(Stretches out of this world)

Lyrics by:

Geoff Rickly.

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