Gatherers - Tape

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Heard you confess from the window ledge
Your tenth floor apartment, the neighbors played dead
Into a tape recorder you declared, «I dreamt this up, I watched you all
disappear»
A shrine in my brain
It, it felt all the same
You haunt me in ways I can not explain
Spitting up your blood 'til my body floats
«Everything's fine», I laughed through the choke
A vanishing act, giving up your ghost
If only the ground could soften the blow
In the moment you lost your grip
To the tempo of the ambulance lights flashing
You made your peace with the sun, with sun, with the sun
There’s something in the way you moved
There’s something in the way you moved
Heard you confess from the corners of my head
You made your bed but nothing grew
A message warped, plays out of tune