Letra de Birthplace - Flock Of Dimes

And I only have this one body
But I write and I call when I can
And in the dust of the infinite lobby
I think of you, my friends

And my love is not an object
That rusts with lack of use
Suited perfectly for its purpose
As the day I gave it to you

It is a fresh page
It is a sharp knife
It is a cold call
It is an alibi

You are a universe of faces
Sometimes I go it alone
Fill my arms with what I can carry
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And my body is my home

And if I lock on
To a strange face
I see an ancient sun
I see my birthplace

And forgive me for my silence
I forget the follow through
And any lie I ever told you
Was to seek a better truth

You were the suitcase I never unpacked
I am a green shirt that never left your back
We live in black and white on a telephone pole
I can read the letters, eyes closed