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Broad Sign Dead
(For the late Anthony Faircloth)

We do more than hope
We escape these jails of life
Leave our love with the waitress
And let our arms bleed dry
I walk out to 8th avenue
Watch the taxi cabs and cars drive by

Broad Sigh Dead
By everything you ever did
Everything that we ever did.

All of us are bittersweet
The neon lights reflect
Off the puddles in the cities’
Midnight asphalt streets
And do you remember saying something
Honest but indiscreet
“Do what you have to
To make our selves make ourselves
Feel complete”

Broad Sigh Dead
By everything you ever did
Everything that we ever did.

We do more than hope
We escape these jails of life
Leave our love with the waitress
And let our arms bleed dry
I walk out to 8th avenue
Watch the taxi cabs and cars drive by

Broad Sigh Dead
By everything you ever did
Everything that we ever did.
Everything that we ever did
Broad Sigh Dead