It was cold in Atlanta
A frigid wind dragged you in
Sat you down beside my kin
And we drove to Savannah
Sullen trees bearing leaves
Susurrating in the breeze
Somewhere there’s a fever rising up
Hearts apprised of universal dust
But if it’s not enough it’s not enough
The monoliths of metal turn to rust
When we bailed out of Georgia
There was fire in the air
Orphaned houses everywhere
So you wept in a corner
Singing names of your friеnds
Who you’ll never hold again
Somewhеre there’s a fever rising up
Hearts apprised of universal dust
And if it’s not enough it’s not enough
The monoliths of metal turn to rust
I’ve been waiting for this
For years for you
Walking around these heads in the ground
I’ve been stowing patience
For years for you
What do you need?
What do you need me to do?
Somewhere there’s a fever rising up
Hearts apprised of universal dust
And if it’s not enough it’s not enough
The monoliths of metal turn to rust
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