Alternate
[Verse]
I knew you couldn't be that far, on the
Highway countin' abandoned cars, now we’re
Standing opposite the bells, weaving
Alternate positions, realizing our visions
It's all the same, in weathered spirits we came
I'll take in the statues, filtered reasons out through
Measuring our years and caught on all your fears of
Building costly broken bodies
It's all the same, I'm not calling your name