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In the Shadow of the Western Hills



Spread out the old maps on the floor

Plot the course of the infection

Trace from its beginnings to the present

Is there no one here who's making this connection?



Feral cats out by the trashcans

To the true believer, everything's a sign

Scrape the pigments from the baseboards

In the shadow of the western hills

And paint my vision on my body

In the shadow of the western hills



Bleak rose-petal sky in two dimensions

Black treeline, a blade that cuts across it all

Can't seem to sleep or find my appetite

Since I got home from the hospital



Call up Rebecca, maybe try to explain

But she hangs up while I'm still talking

I walk out into the rain



Wander from the alley to the darkness

Sink down completely, leave no trace

Trapped beneath the surface of the ice again

Lie still with the moonlight on my face



Wait for the wolves to keep their promise

Listen for their footfalls on the snow

I can't hear things clearly to be honest

In the shadow of the western hills

He gets most healed that waits the longest

In the shadow of the western hills




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