All this backtalk;
Lends a little deaf thought to this gridlock
You let a little stray whisper burn a hole in you
All these roadblocks
The streets beneath the signs above the crosswalks
They realign your promises that fell through
The songs that you heard, ring in your head
Playing endlessly, the march of your dread
The next beat is just, a footstep away
It’s just around the bend, half a world away
All the time you spent on moments unafraid
Escaping memories that you eviscerate
The day bleeds into night, and night another day
Are you around the bend? Or half a world away?
Dye Corduroy - Gridlock (words: Adil Salik)
