Kalisk — All My Dead Ends Got a Light

Same blood, different eyes.
I took the road, they took the place; same soul,
Different address.
All my dead ends got a light.
All my dead ends got a light.
Black tint, black tint,
Midnight city bleeding through the rain.
I can hear another tide line whispering my name.
Same face, new scars, different cold inside the veins.
Every turn I never took made a world outside the frame.
One me got rich, one me got records.
One me stayed home, one me left records.
One me found love, one me found weapons.
One me found God, one me lost direction.
I see them in the glass when the streetlights flicker.
Every second bends and the silhouettes get bigger.
Purple smoke crawling through the cracks in the ceiling.
Every love I didn't choose still got a pulse in the feeling.
One took the shortcut, one took the long way.
One made a fortune, one got a wrong day.
One never met her, one never left her.
One became somebody I would've called a stranger.
Whole city looking like a cracked reflection.
Every building holds another felt connection.
I walk through the block and the pavement starts folding.
Every road behind me got another me waiting.
I took the road, I took the red, I found your soul,
Different address.
All my dead ends got a light.
All my dead ends got a light.
All my dead ends got a light.
I stepped through a doorway and the whole world changed.
Same window bumped me, but a different kind of rain.
My mother had a smile that I never got to see.
My younger self was standing there, looking back at me.
He had different clothes, different dreams in his chest.
Didn't carry other weight, ain't hear it in next.
He pointed at the sky like I could see it in his eyes.
A future built from choices that I buried when I tried.
Then the room split open like a wound in the floor.
Hundred versions of me came walking through the door.
Wanted gold on his neck, wanted blood on his hands.
Wanted everything, I wanted, wanted nothing but plans.
One was still a kid, one was almost dead.
One had a family, one slept alone instead.
One became famous, one became forgotten.
One lived for the moment, one kept waiting for tomorrow.
They don't speak, they don't need to.
Every face carries something I can't read through.
Every life is a sentence, every choice is a comma.
Every road I have been on still remembers the drama.
The walls start breathing, the ceiling turns red.
All the possible futures start living in my head.