In a daydream you had made arrangements for
Pretty flowers laid after the massacre
You awoke in a startling start of death
The Holy Ghost, the townies, tangled in a total mess
As if Sam Shepard rang the early morning bells
An email from the grave, "I hope this message finds you well"
If there was ever any lingering doubt
Kid, just look at where we are right now
But on the precipice, sometime after this
We'll watch the changing tides deride this false self-righteousness
Where the truth is laid, just up the stairs
I will meet you there
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Sweet black-haired burnout out on 2nd avenue
The nation turns its lonely eyes to you
I came here to find forgiveness, I came to risk it all
I came to write my name upon the sacred green room wall and she said
On the precipice, sometime after this
We'll hear the music try to fight, divide and conquer this
And when they break for smokes, right up the stairs
I will meet you there
I will meet you there
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And after the afterparty, in the pre-dawn hush
We'll find a coffee cart preparing for the morning rush
And if I cease to understand the gift they've given me
Then God have mercy on the soul that doesn't know it's free
'Cause on the precipice, sometime after this
I may again lose sight of all the lives I could have lived
But where the music plays, like an anxious prayer
And all the promises we made are vanquished in the air
Where the answers lay
I will meet you there
I will meet you there