Tape Songtext
von Gatherers

Heard you confess from
The window ledge
Your tenth floor apartment
The neighbors played dead

Into a tape recorder you declared
"I dreamt this up, I watched you all disappear"

A shrine in my brain, it
It felt all the same
You haunt me in ways
I can not explain


Spitting up your blood ′til my body floats
"Everything's fine" I laughed through the choke
A vanishing act, giving up your ghost
If only the ground could soften the blow

In the moment you lost your grip
To the tempo of the ambulance lights flashing
You made your peace with the sun
With the sun
With the sun

There′s something in the way you moved
Something in the way you moved
Heard you confess from
The corners of my head

And you made your bed but nothing grew
A message warped plays out of tune