Custer's Last Stand

All the times you said to me:

"I don't like where this is going."

I couldn't tell anyone but you could feel it in the air

Close the door behind you

Don't let the cold air out

Aching hearts know what they need

Salted landscapes are decisions

And every word you hear me breathe, it was chosen for a reason

Open up the air vents

The gas is seeping in

We're here for the duration

So call your next of kin