Resisting the Wind

Come.
Come with me now
To a dying, strange, and broken down town.
Down town.

I know if I go, then I'll never think of you again.
I know if I don't, then I'd just be resisting the wind.
And I can't rightly stay.

Now all we see of the heavens, turning
Are great balls ironically burning, burning
Stuck in our last destination.

I've defeated cars
But I'm bound
bound
bound
bound
bound
bound
bound

I know if I go, then I'll never think of you again.
I know if I don't then I'd just be resisting the wind.

Now I'm alone and I'm waiting.
Silently my heart is aching, aching.
Every last piece of me breaking, breaking down.
Down.
Down.