So Strange I Remember You by Thrice

So strange I remember you in protest of a prayer,
And falling back from seas we fear to sail.
I swear I saw the shooter gold deep and double dare,
Postmortem warnings seem inclined to fail.

Feigning an apology.,
Those words they never left your lips.
Those five years in Bermuda slide by like the lights of passing ships.
So strange that I remember you,
Knee deep in Nietzsche's lies,
My throat was an open grave. I drank your stained glass eyes.

And they taste like dead cathedrals that are crumbling beneath a weight,
Ten thousand jaded tourists,
Who've traded in their hearts and hands for
Disposable cameras set to document to decay,
Set to capture just enough of life to catalogue the things we throw away.
Breathing the fumes of our machines.
We've lost our way.
Breathing through television dreams.

If we could only see us now.
If we could only see us now.

The words,
Of the dead,
Ring in our ears,
But its only a lie.
The voice,
In your head,
Brings you to tears,
But you don't know why.
The words,
Of the dead,
Ring in our ears,
But its only a lie.
The voice,
In your head,
Brings you to tears,
But its only a lie.
Yes its only a lie isn't it?....