FAULTLINES
(C. Walheim)

You say that I'm not your type
but you type too fast for me
If you get carpal tunnel syndrome
don't blame me

You know you've got a lot of faultlines
that I love to adore
I know you've got some other lovers
I'd rather ignore

I'm buried in your catacombs,
but your lazy bones aren't here
"You're in the wrong place,"
whispers Lazarus in my ear.

I know about your cloak and dagger
laying on the old trap door
I know you've got some other secrets
still in store.

And it's the same story
all the glory and the fear
Running both directions
like the freeways through our years

I'll try to toe the line
with a heart of molten steel
And when all your statues
stop playing chess
I'll start to be real

You know you have a lot of feelings
that will never take shape or form
I know I've got a lot of reasons
that will never be born.

And it's the same story,
all the glory and the fear
Running both directions
like the freeways through our years.