world is flat

suitcase and escape

i walked up on the hill next to you
in the shadow of a mansion built in 1882
victorian and classic, looked to me just like a casket
i don't think the trees around here ever bloom

i walked onto the porch next to you
the warping wooden door reflected light off of the moon
and i thought i'd be polite, because it is quite late at night
i did a knock knock knock that would not get answered to.

i opened up the door into the haze
walked into a foyer with the smell of yesterday
hallways seemed to twist and turn, forever
they will always learn a new way to travel to a place

i walked into the ballroom next to you
holding out your hand i knew exactly what to do
and we waltzed into the night, until the candle
wasn't bright and then i lost sight of you


i walked towards a silhouette i saw
shaking as my pupils began to readjust
and a ghostly apparition filled my mind with superstition
and just then chandelier started to shake

and the voices came in whispering a song
the melody was simple i began to sing along
we sang "every single soul will rest, retire to a monument
until the universe consumes us all"

i asked them where you went off into
confusion filled the voices echoing around the room
"you came into this alone, it's your prison, it's your home
no one ever stepped into door with you"

you can find me if you walk up on that hill
singing timeless songs that echo all throughout the world
"every single soul has love, and if it's tough, just don't give up
were all looking for the truth"

Ghost Story

the owl stays at home
while seasons recreate and die, every year he's stalking through the night
he stares alone, while critters pitt' a patter they are leaving tracks softly in the snow
his wings extend, frozen in a picture, lives forever through capturing of time
it ends with him. one-eighty turns his head and claws you up and puts you into him

i'd come out, but the daylight is over my head
i'd come out, but the daylight is over my head

the fox stays in his hole
while days repeat and die, every month he is crawling through his life
he prowls along, while rabbits hop in wonder, and the birds they sing above
his ears they perk up, frozen in a cartoon, lost the hound, oh precious hound, i love.

i'd come out, but the daylight is over my head
i'd come out, but the daylight is over my head

the man stays in his house
while seconds fly on by, every moment he is fighting with his mind
nothins all he knows, questions upon questions, but no answers ever possible
so he tries to cope, but that unsure mind is a virus, spreading till the owl eats him whole

i'd come out, but the daylight is over my head
i'd come out, but the daylight is over my head


Daylight (over my head)

while all the words are trapped in your throat
you cough out language into notes
i called you out to see the world
but you said no
stay hidden, lost inside your face
past both your eyes into your brain
you've got the cure that i must take
stay real still, i'll take it away

now you have blew up half the globe
the falling cinders look like snow
you're on a mountain screaming
it's going down tonight
i've faked emotions most my life
but i've got this itch i can't get quite
and i'm in my pillow yelling
it's going down tonight

i am an alchemist you know
i transmute lead back into gold
but i'm locked behind those bars of change
and this prisons cold
i chase storms when i'm awake
i look for faces in the shapes
but this anxious turbine that you've made
absorbs my body and i twirl away

It's going down

theres a wick that i cant light
and the only thing holding me back is nothin
theres a speaker that blares all night
and its repeating the same song

if tomorrow is today
time it moves like its running away
insert my hours for some change
twenty four pennies and a debt to pay

theres a bird thats lost his flight
and the only thing drainin the pain is singing
theres a beak that tweets all night
and its playing the same song

kylerobertson