Telegraph Static Lyrics

Kingdoms Telegraph Static

Day has arrived to shatter the neck of nighttime
Your plane it burns in sunlight, something like slow
motion
All that we can hope for in a situation like this
is to leave it with a little bit of grace

A dream at night, about your presence removed
The next time that I drop this anchor, let it be your
hands

A face like a lion's from fights on the subway
And a weekend of sleeping after your departure

Day has arrived to shatter the neck of nighttime
As I shield my face with these shaky hands
When the sun’s not in my eyes I see how lonely this place
really is

I still miss you, and the southwest sends its love

A constant cluttering of words with no ears to receive
them
At least promise me that you’ll send a letter once in a
while

I still miss you, and the southwest sends its love