Blair Dunlop The Gown
White as the walls which hold my hand
Will I bide my time in here?
So, now the waiting game in shoes
The purpose all too clear
Clouding grey, a man calls out my name
He takes me off his list
Calls me through before I get the chance to speak
He says please try not to exist
Off the ground with no rope tied to her, through the
open door
What a time to embrace vertigo, staring solely at the
floor
But no angels once were memories
Just her own scream bring me down
Now your arctic wounds are tarnished
You weren’t worthy of the gown
You’ve lived a good life for the most part
But that won’t cut it out, it’s all we say
Maybe back when life was enough for most
But not with a queue like you see through them
Oh, admin check, ethics are check
Good for you, you can follow command
But we need to see its thrill and thrill and thrill
If you’re gonna make the promise land
Off the ground with no rope tied to her, through the
open door
What a time to embrace vertigo, staring solely at the
floor
But no angels once were memories
Just her own scream bring me down
Now your arctic wounds are tarnished
You weren’t worthy of the gown
