Bus Lines-...And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

Always the bus ride seems to last forever Always the best you try, and a little of his measure Storm by the step, left face sunburnt now Realise what you've done, listen to a different song March to a different drum Let it come Clouds across the bay One you thought was dead Gaze out of the glass in to a distant past Try to understand contradictions of the land Tried to conjure back, hoping it was still intact Realise what you've done, listen to a different song March to a different drum You seem to come ANd if it's gone There was no wrong Feels like something's taking hold of Feels like torture, get me off the bus Waiting for a different day Roads all wet again Stains from a different time Land mines deep inside Do you remember how the bus broke down for several hours We were at the border check, guns breathing down our neck Can't weait for the rain to end Can't wait to be home again Never met a true [?] How long? Buy another one How long? Will this go on Feels like torture, get me off the bus Feels like somethings taking over us Feels like torture, get me off the bus Feels like somethings taking over us Seems to last forever We were always treasured How long How long How long How long Feels like something taking over us Feels like somethings taking over us