Dikembe We Could Become River Rats Lyrics

These residences are just baseboards and street signs
Without conversation about common interests.
Our spines are torches and our skulls are on fire.
But I bruise in the spotlight.
The minutes spent, making ghost sounds, keep me up for
days. I'm less relevant when the words resist and I'm strapped
to the backseat.
For a list of reason beyond my control, I can't stay.
But this place on tape keeps me away, like a Roman
Empire.
I'm on holiday from my hometown.