Lyrics What Story Down There Awaits Its End - The Age of Rockets
A
steady
hand
at
dooms
blank
stare
With
voices
calling
you
back
to
bed.
Delancey
Street
trembles
beneath
As
you
rise
to
meet
the
day
It's
a
long
night
wide
awake
With
work
in
the
morning
and
I'm
Saving
each
word
from
certain
death
Always
look
right,
always
turn
left
And
I'm
up
to
meet
you
there
Cat
got
your
tongue
and
left
the
rest
Got
chased
around
like
marionettes
And
i'm
up
to
meet
you
there
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