Every Window in Alcatraz Has a View of San Francisco (II) Songtext
von foxtails

Now the wind can tear me, to shreds
And my bones turn to dust
Why should I keep standing?
If I don′t even have a spine and my bones turn to -

Well I suppose that this is how it goes
Honey, you should know that I don't let these things go
And to keep me here is to kill off your air
And your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine
Thought you knew sometime ago, that this never was a joke
I tend to lack vision even amongst the stars

Why can′t someone look in my eyes without tearing them apart?
Slow regressions from now to then
Slow progressions from if to when
I am both terrified of everything I am and everything I will never be

I'll stay up 'til sunlight screams for me to go to fucking sleep
I guess you suit me well, you suit me well, you suit me well
My condolences for never forgetting your name
It′s stitched in my brain so that I′ll always feel the pain


Cascades of puke and blood, fell down the drain
Wax and wane, relax and blink
Along with past daydreams
Of the sun's embrace wax and wane, relax and -

Found naive to a certain extent and I will never know why
I′m sick of clean skin and painless touches
Why can't I just get what I deserve?
And to keep me here is to kill off your air
And your lungs will be mine as our tracheae entwine (entwine)

Why can′t someone look in my eyes without tearing them apart?
Slow regressions from now to then
Slow progressions from if to when
I am both terrified of everything I am and everything I will never be

I'll stay up ′til sunlight screams for me to go to fucking sleep
I guess you suit me well, you suit me well, you suit me well
My condolences for never forgetting your name
It's stitched in my brain so that I'll always feel the pain

I′d slit my throat with a smile on my face if it
Meant I could ever get out, out
At 2 a.m. (and to feel them in my flesh was)
I woke up drenched in sweat (a cutting awareness I wish I never had learned)


To feel the moths taking up the air (if only I could leave here)
(If only I could leave here) it must be nice not to know exactly
How it feels to get raped from the inside out
And I might as well just cry
And I′ll cry, I cry, I cry on your chest