Voices from Hotel Bristol by ODE

We cut all the trees for graves
Burned the branches for this life
Southern breeze came
Brought some ease
That's when I married my wife

We robbed all the ancient walls
Slight of hand, human growth
There are towns that still now weep
Sirens still ring through

Voices, stranded in between
Disconnected in a dream
Hanging on their words
Following, stranded in between
Disconnected in a dream
Undocumented rain

We cut all the trees for graves
Burned the branches for this life
Southern breeze came
Brought some ease
That's when I married my wife

Brushed up on our murder speeches
Slime of hand, pulls and teaches
Behind the mundane, modern walls
Each one nods and always falls

Voices, stranded in between
Disconnected in a dream
Hanging on their words
Following, stranded in between
Disconnected in a dream
Undocumented rain

We cut all the trees for graves
Burned the branches for this life
Southern breeze came
Brought some ease
That's when I married my wife

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