[Verse 1] Black moth on the window Static in the veins of the town Streetnames scraped from the stone I write mine in the dust and wipe it out Rust blooms on the playground Swings creak But no one comes My face in the dark glass Older than the year I’m from [Chorus] I walk with symbols of the dead Pinned like medals to my chest Every sign points inward Every sign points inward If this is how the future sheds its skin Will I recognize the ash I’m in Or fade into the pattern Fade into the pattern (oh) [Verse 2] Moon hangs like a warning Sickle over empty blocks Billboards selling silence Blank eyes Peeled paint Broken clocks I count my private losses Thumb each memory like a coin Heads is what I could have been Tails is every heart I never joined [Chorus] I walk with symbols of the dead Pinned like medals to my chest Every sign points inward Every sign points inward If this is how the future sheds its skin Will I recognize the ash I’m in Or fade into the pattern Fade into the pattern (oh) [Bridge] Maybe the grave is gentle Just a room with the lights turned low Maybe I’ve been rehearsing Every time I let something go [Chorus] I walk with symbols of the dead Pinned like medals to my chest Every sign points inward Every sign points inward If this is how the future sheds its skin I’ll trace my name in dust again Then fade into the pattern Fade into the pattern (so slow)
