Roof from Window Pane by Max Black

when the roof comes down i dont wana hear you call
and the words of the prayer are still jumbled in my head
white noise spreading through his old dark eyes
no i dont think i really want to see him anymore

now i know youre learning something through the light and the sounds
that are coming through the tiny little crack in the door
burning through the ground with your ghosts in tow
and youre ready to explode

ready to explode
got your ghosts in tow
i know we're not alone
but the vision's gone

you've got me thinking of a dream when im awake
this girls baby has a face thats losing shape
more like a demon, yelling out to reel you in

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