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Lyrics
The purple wind flows through the crashing sky
I can't feel my hands
No I can't.
The open road cries for mercy as I drive on it
I can't see your hands
No I can't
Along this winding street of memories the bends and curves are enemies
Of growth and development
Anti dividend
The heartbeat of the asphalt keeps booming in my ear
All I feel is my fingers and hands begin to smear
The beeping noise that I thought was an angel was only machinery
For a second there I thought this was the end of me
[Acoustic Guitar Solo]
Can't feel much these days but I'm still alive
I'd give the world just to leap off a tree branch one more time
To fall and laugh and say I'm sorry
To always make the ones who matter worry
I'm sorry
The pavement sang my song of goodbyes yet I'm laying here being told to "live life"
How tone def are the ones who rot on the inside as the world around them disintegrate.
I'll blink my eyes one last time and decide to let go of it.
I'm so sorry
[Acoustic Guitar Solo]
Details
GeneratedJan 5, 2026
Duration3:30
LanguageEnglish
Style
Folk Acoustic,live in bathroom, raw, falsetto and runs, humble, male, disorientation, hallucinations
Credits
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DCBROOKS2
DCBROOKS2ModelAria v5
