Occupied 歌词

Trailed by…purpose Prosaic tomes We slipped away invading the night We passed all those thoughts that you stole Described to me like they were your own I know I will not ask too much Just keep me occupied Machines, tired and cold, abandoned their posts. Hiding out as we approached We walked until skies opened up Screamed out a perfect song while we slept I'll tell you I will not look so bored when you talk in your sleep Planes crash Houses explode Cars on the road swerve aim and drive straight through our backs Slowly we both awoke Exhaling smoke Brushed off the dust then we moved on Strangers threw their distant and dark Sinister stairs But, they just bounced off Reason caught us and grabbed our throats Dragged us around repeating this note I made this up You asked too much Now we're preoccupied Monday we staggered home drunk and alone Mesmerized by graffiti tags on the wall Tuesday, when all was calm, we submerged our arms and encased them in pillars of glass I made this up You asked too much Now we're preoccupied Monday We staggered home Drunk and alone Mesmerized by graffiti tags on the buildings Tuesday When all was calm We submerged your arms And encased them in pillars of stained glass