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Young hearts buried in falling sand

Heavy hangs the head

As this road stretches our spirits thin

with engine lungs forever failing

Out running poverty with you

Out running loneliness with you

May death find us well

May it's locust breath caress your cheek like old lovers do

How the absence of grace has stolen my youth

Drained you dry in the rip tide of crashing cars

A scar for every heart

No shelter from the rising sea

No savior for the children of slum city

Think of me as the wreckage

And our great nostalgia, the roaring ambulance

Outrunning forever