- It's just an inch away, but I've been driving for weeks.
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It’s finished cooking but I won’t stop turning the spit
Burnt to a crisp
I’ll wait ‘til winter comes, ‘til snow clouds bubble and spill
Then eat my fill
I made my way down
Through frozen plains and
Dry fields of gravel and dust
And cities the day forgot
My pace is blistering; my speed is blurring the lines
On streets of ice
It’s just an inch away but I’ve been driving for weeks
To fall at your feet
The towers that guarded your town
Were leveled by floods from you crying off the starboard bow
And all the lifeguards stood their ground
And watched my brothers drift off to the east to never be seen again
I made my way down
Through frozen plains and
Dry fields of gravel and dust
And cities the day forgot