Flags For Curtains

Nothing’s changed from those years
You’re the same old fella who’d hang a flag for a curtain
In a room full of road signs
You stole for a story to tell
Riding up on a lift
To an unmarked floor
Where windows are missing or shattered
Flags are in tatters

And your dreams keep tripping
And the light slip slipping
Away now

And you’re dying in the dark for the day
Cuz you’re owed it
Duly noted
And you’re dying in the dark for the day
Cuz you’re owed it

And by chance you were king
Among the last of the friends
Who everyone discounted as shadows
And look for them now
Gone bеfore the morning came
Nothing’s changеd from those years
You’re the same old fella who’d hang a flag for a curtain
In room full of road signs

When you lost your direction
Made no course correction
Or changes

And you’re dying in the dark for the day
Cuz you’re owed it
Duly noted
And you’re dying in the dark for the day
Cuz you’re owed it

And you’re dying in the dark for the day...