Tunnel Kings Manifesto
There comes a time when doors don't open anymore so you
better like the room you're in. There comes a time when
door don't open wide, you better get used to the dead
ends. And it's all on fire now. Let's pretend we're
better people. Ride the metro out of town. And we sat,
chainlink fence leaving imprints: red diamonds in our
flesh. Curbside cloves and television, let our feelings
rust away. Torn Salvia leaves mingling with pocket
change. CHORUS There was nothing we could do, summer's
over and the walls are caving in. We found him, frying,
loud in an ice cream parlor. Today we escape. CHORUS
