The Space Between Us

from Hands As Those Of Mice by Révolution Industrielle

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Wanderer, Wanderer, Wanderer,
you long ago lost your home.
Wanderer, Wanderer, Wanderer,
all their caskets sailed to sea in 1933.
Wanderer, Wanderer, Wanderer,
How does it feel to face death all alone?

Wanderer, I think I know,
because I was abandoned for heaven and the east coast.
So I wish I knew you to have someone who knows my pain.
But this river flows in the space between us.
So shout to me on the other side:

How does it feel to be without a home?
Like a complete unknown?
Like a rolling stone,
moving towards an empty grave?
Because that's how I feel.

Wanderer, Wanderer, Wanderer,
Comfort me;
I can't sleep.

I can't tell if it's insomnia or depression
maybe it's just my genetics.
All the same, I'm tired of seeing the sun rise
and never seeing it set.
It's all lost its meaning.
It used to be late nights studying or good company
followed by tired days that at some point came to a close
But now there is no direction
and there are no new days, just endless nights.
And there might not be skeletons in my closet
Or demons outside my window
or blood on my hands,
but all the same I can't sleep
and I am so very very tired.

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from Hands As Those Of Mice, released January 3, 2014

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