Redacted - The Far Off Lands, Pt. 1

There's this spot in New York City
Where the headstones look like skylines
They emerge from the dirt of the cemetery
Just like teeth
Sheet-like clouds flow overhead
As lights from the city boil ghosts to red
You would've loved it there

I don't know how
But I'm with you here
Far away from the ticking pace
Of hearts and clocks
I don't know why
But I'm with you here
I feel a weight in my chest
My lungs are filled with pebbles and rocks

Shards of glass are lodged into
Your forehead and your arms
Smeared in crimson
They cut me as we embrace
I feel a gaping hole
That goes right through my chest
Railroad marks have slit right through my wrists

I don't know how
But I'm with you here
Far away from the ticking pace
Of life and time
I don't know how
But I'm with you here
I feel a weight in my chest
It must've been crushed when I died

I don't know how
But I'm with you here
Far away from the ticking pace
Of a sniveling sunrise
I don't know how
But I'm with you here
I close my mouth
And I open my eyes

Written by:
Kirsten McConnell, Lily Thornton, Pete Promrat

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