Parallel Lines Lyrics - Drunk Like The Bible Times - Dear And The Headlights

There's no sound, no one around 

Half the sun's gone underground 

All the dead still hold their heads 

But their old weeping won't resound 

As we drag our western talks 

Down thousand year old blocks 

Vesuvius looks ashamed 

That he ever lost his mind 

And that people now spend time excavating his rage 

Kiss my mouth, leave me no doubts 

With antiquated gestures now 

There's no sound, no one around 

That lurid moon in peeking out 

And your steps they seem to rhyme 

So perfectly with mine 

As we pass through ancient gates 

And I'm whistling at stray dogs 

And you're laughing on my arm 

Just waiting for the train 

Out by parallel lines I try to make sense 

Of that strange pulsing there in my wrist 

But you don't bother to guess 

You're not confused to be blessed 

You're just smiling so thankful to exist