Flags for Curtains - TUNS

Nothing’s changed from those years

You’re the same old fella who’d hang a flag for a curtain

In a room full of road signs

You stole for a story to tell

Riding up on a lift

To an unmarked floor

Where windows are missing or shattered

Flags are in tatters

And your dreams keep tripping

And the light slip slipping

Away now

And you’re dying in the dark for the day

Cuz you’re owed it

Duly noted

And you’re dying in the dark for the day

Cuz you’re owed it

And by chance you were king

Among the last of the friends

Who everyone discounted as shadows

And look for them now

Gone bfore the morning came

Nothing’s changd from those years

You’re the same old fella who’d hang a flag for a curtain

In room full of road signs

When you lost your direction

Made no course correction

Or changes

And you’re dying in the dark for the day

Cuz you’re owed it

Duly noted

And you’re dying in the dark for the day

Cuz you’re owed it

And you’re dying in the dark for the day…