Old Turnpike Rd. Songtext

von 7 Birches

From porcelain pots pour me your petty pain
Prescribed pills provided to keep you "sane"

Intimate instances interrupt
My intent to inform you of my true love

Stifling smoke starts to suffocate
Steadfast you stagger to stimulate

Convoluted conceptions concave your chest
Nary conditions cause cardiac arrest

Detours deviate the direction of your drive
I need a detailed description of your destination time

When will you arrive?
When will you be by my side?
Watching and waiting, where are you?
Another year's passed me by, and nothing's new.

The story seemed so quick how could it end?
No action or climax, the protagonist is dead
Be my rising action so I can resolve
My life story before it dissolves