Steve Sloane - Delaware

I can see my death from here
In the house that I could never find that New Years Eve
The hell I beat, those swollen feet and the fakers fee
There's love up here in the thinning air on Delaware

I can see my death from here
That broken rib, thy busted chin, those loaded grins, I'm gone again
Chaos reigns when you bunk with pain and you never change
But it's clear up here in the loving air on Delaware

Raise your hand if you feel that you are real
The angels flew me home to you that much is true
And this New Years Eve I cried for Steve and set him free
You have to dance with your death, to feel your breath

Written by:
Steve Sloane

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