incinerator. . We're never going to end up in the furnace of a fema camp. Burning in the furnace, furnace of a fema camp. Fema camp. . There's an Amtrak rail leading to the siding. Where a turnstile
love from me to you Stop it now I've been killing myself. I've been willing myself to give back all what he gave. Another turnstile bare to the bone turning alone. Hope he's turning in his grave My
waiting Night rise. Like the evening prize. In a turnstile backwards we fly Cold bones. Tied together by. Black ropes we pulled from a swing Little one. Just a little way. Today all of the dreams are
two-mile. Meet me, meet me at the turnstile. I never met him, I'll never forget him. Dream dream even for a little while. Dream dream filling up an idle hour. Fade away, radiate. I sit by and
Verse 1. Sweet Emily, my bride, to be. Just how long will you stand next to me?. For we both know, it's more than a load. For you to bear. It'd break my heart but I'd understand if you'd. Leave me for
