Ghostlimb - Southwest Pa**age lyrics

The sordid memories were chasing me Along the swollen latitudes of a rotten globe Its time to hang them up Like sweaty clothes out the window Once i used to care about coming home The feeling drowned out easy by the engine drone Along the bloated longitude of a rotten globe I always came back With some long story to tell Tinged with the helplessness Of unrelatable detail But like the monotony of a metronome I always come home