Postcards from the Last Day on Earth - Dead to You in Barcelona

Futility walks behind me
Stalks my dreams and she reminds me
That the light is dimming
This city's not forgiving

I can't get to where you are
I've become your anathema
Another secondhand persona
And I'm dead to you in Barcelona

Can you decide who I should be
I'm oscillating incessantly
There's a church atop this mountain
My head is hurting but my soul is drowning

I can't get to where you are
I've become your anathema
Another secondhand persona
And I'm dead to you in Barcelona

I can't get to where you are
I've become your anathema
Another secondhand persona
And I'm dead to you in Barcelona

Written by:
Peter McCormick

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