On the edge, on the loose
They are here to tie the noose
But they won't catch me
Barking noise, searchlight rays
Breaking news for broken days
Another entry
The undisputable hole inside of you
Wasn't my pursuit, I am sure you knew
You're a trustee
I am weak, I am sore
I attest to countless flaws
But I'm not guilty

You're running low on straight lines
You're running low on good signs
You're running low, they say, the salt will flow

You're running low on straight lines
You're running low on good signs
You're running low, they say, the salt will flow

Into waste, into voids
Into shades on Polaroids
Leave a whisper?
Pine tree hill, hold me tight
Cover up and choke the light
But save the blister

You're running low on straight lines
You're running low on good signs
You're running low, they say, the salt will flow

(You're running low on straight lines)
(You're running low on straight lines)

You're running low on straight lines
You're running low on good signs
You're running low, they say, the salt will flow