Little Miami - Wussy

It doesn’t matter what you call it

At all

The darkest day

Of our summer trip

But you don’t have to

Turn the lights on

The ghosts are

Stationed in the hall

It doesn’t matter which direction

You fall

The sky breaks in two

It’s the end of you

Did you really think that you

Could escape it today

Over the tallest bridge

In the state of Ohio

And as the ruins fall around you

You think of something

Quick to say

It doesn’t matter

When you put it that way

The sky breaks in two

It’s the end of you

Everywhere the rocks are falling

And you are just another piece

With all the birds

That make a circle

Are you not more than one of these