Walking on Doom - Elm Tree Circle

Slit me up I cannot choose

Trading thoughts that wouldn’t mute

Islands floating steadily

Options drifting out of reach

Speech is on the radio

Speechless I am living flow

Wandering from coast to coast

Haunted by a waking ghost

And I’m walking on doom

And I’m walking in

A red checkered shirt dressed like you

And who knew what to do

The whole gang passed and guess who it was you

A burnt fuse

Darkness in my solitude

She’s broke loose

Am I missing out on you

Staggering I’ve lost my feet

And I’m stuck tripping on my memory

Tricked by my own sense of what to believe

My heart is skipping two different beats

It’s the rhythm I do when I’m brathing in

Whatever city we choos that we’re meeting in

When I pick up clothes that I’m leaving in

Why is this a theme that I’m conceding when I knew