Euclid

Just run it back, give me five whole minutes I am thick tar on the inside burning I've got a ghost in the hallway grinning And a heavy head that won't stop turning If my fate is a bad collision And if my mind is an open highway Give me the twilight two-way vision Give me one last ride on a sunset skylane Call me when you get the chance I can feel the walls around me closing in Just running forwards, a life like wires As I see the past on an empty ceiling I play along with the lies and anyway But hope to God you don't know this feeling Yet in reverse you are all my symmetry A parallel I would lay my life on So if your wings won't find you heaven I will bring it down like an ancient bygone Call me when you have the time I just need to leave this part of me behind Do you remember me When the rain gathers? And do you still believe That nothing else matters? For me It's still the autumn leaves These ancient canopies That we used to lay beneath No, by now The night belongs to you This bough has broken through I must be someone new No, for me (Just run it back, give me five whole minutes (I am thick tar on the inside burning) It's still the autumn leaves (I've got a ghost in the hallway grinning) (And a heavy head that won't stop turning) These ancient canopies (If my fate is a bad collision) (And if my mind is an open highway) We used to lay beneath (Give me the twilight two-way vision) (Give me one last ride on a sunset skylane) (Just running forwards, a life like wires) (As I see the past on an empty ceiling) The night belongs to you (I play along with the lies and anyway) (But hope to God you don't know this feeling) This bough has broken through Yet in reverse you are all my symmetry A parallel I would lay my life on I must be someone new So if your wings won't find you heaven I will bring it down like an ancient bygone The whites of your eyes Turn black in the lowlight In turning divine We tangle endlessly Like lovers entwined I know for the last time You will not be mine So give me the night, the night, the night