Rubicons Lyrics

From where I stand up here

The world looks so flat

But I control it all

I can make it bend back

I’ll take the globe

I don’t need a map

It's just two different houses

Two beds wearing black

I can see you when I want to

On that same old bowered street

Breach the train tracks on the old bridge

Past a sleeping armory

When you say you’re not happy

Please know I believe it

Escape plans are drawn up

You know we can beat it

If it’s one more day

Then it’s one more year

Until we see the sun set

State-lines from here

Shield your eyes as the phone dies

Both our beds are wearing black

For some reason that’s how it should be

For some reason that’s how it should be

IV bags of chlorine sanitize all the sick

It’s the syndrome you get

When you paint those white pickets

And cry for your cage