king nine will not return

it’s just you and the dark for filling up your arms

with pictures out of magazines

you’ve cut out all the shapes, you’ve put them all away

now i’m the heir to history

and that’s not fair, it talks like you

it used your words, it wears your clothes

and it won’t leave

it won’t leave

i found a new way for filling out the space

with shadows out of bad dreams

it pulled me from the leaves and with a weighted head

i found a trick for vanishing

and i waited there, i talked like me

i used the same words, i wore these clothes

and we’re not going back

oh, the things that won’t return

we’re not making history to walk out on the plans

a thousand miles in reverie to kill you where you stand

it all disappears

it all disappears