CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Dolores

Radio’s droning
Dulled out by the intercom on fire
Guiding the evening’s choreography

Katie has her hand in a young man’s chest
Stain on her white shoes that won’t wash out
So usual
Not even the last pair this year

Down the hallway -- cries rise and fall
In between the nearly constant sirens
Someone turns on the news like we need it
It’s just another white man with a grudge

Break room sits empty
Like our hearts are draining in the waiting room
You think of your daughter
And her wedding
You know life isn’t long enough

Shirt speckled red
Holding onto a young girl’s hand
So frail & cold
So casual
Not even the last one today

I Wish for the fingers to count
Or the memory to remember each new city
Lost track so long ago
Think it was around 260

They’re praying for you
Everyone here is dead or dying
You know there’s nothing we could do if we tried
Isn’t that good enough?