when the subwoofers lay their burden under the sun
and the sidewalks are paved astray from where we've come from
and our change slides down the sewers and flows through the drains
as we pass by cupped hands praying for rain
and the curb gives birth to flowers joined in pairs
as siamese twins are blooming in your hair
when the subwoofers lay their burden under the sun
we'll sing the same songs we've always sung
we'll widen our darkened eyes and turn the page
to weave our weary words through each other's brains
what's been swept under the rug we'll spread across the floor
so those to come will know what came before
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