The Routes We Wander letra

Tonight the captains dreams are bad.
Searching for a dim and distant shore.
Amidst the sluts, the drifters and the thieves,
he doesn't dream of landing anymore.
Drowning in these tumblers, stumbles through these doors,
swinging out to cold cement from sticky, hard tile floors.
These are the routes we wander girl, every goddamn day,
so swallow hard and wipe them dreams away.

Come to life again.

The smoke and the cold killed the men and the dogs.
Last glimpse of sun and all winter it's gone.
Chained at the ankles, cuffed at the wrists.
Stuffed into mail sacks and tossed into drifts.

The lunar eye is burning, boring through me digging deep into my chest,
into my head, into my dreams, into my sleep.

These dreams these days don't give me no peace.

The Falcon - Letras

• Blackout
• Building The Perfect Asshole Parade -or- Scratching Off The Fleas
• Feed The Monkey, Drown The Worm -or- Goin' Home
• Huffing The Proverbial Line Off The Proverbial Dong -or- Blood & The Frog
• I'm So Happy I Could Just Cry Myself To Sleep -or- The Routes We Wander
• Little Triggers
• Look Ma! No Fans! -or- Do You Want Fries With These Songs?
• R.L. Burnouts Inc.
• The Angry Cry Of The Angry Pie
• The Celebutard Chronicles
• The La-Z-Boy 500
• The Longshoreman's Lament
• The Routes We Wander
• Unicorn Odyssey
• When I Give The Signal, Run!