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Every string that you cut off
You say prunes but I'm no vine
I'm feeling off and out of tune and out of time

Cause all I have is your song
And when the last string is gone
Only dissonance and distance
Echo on echo on echo on

Every instrument you send to play with mine
It outshines, until shadows are the only place to hide,
And I'm inside

Cause all I have is your song
And when the last friend is gone
Only dissonance and distance
Echo on echo on echo on

When the last string is straining, fading, snap,
Will you clap, will applause or pause fill the wake,
Will you take another broken instrument
That failed to play the song you meant
Will you re-write the last movement
So only the song that you meant
Echoes on Echoes on Echoes on
Who
Who guides on dark stars that roam,
and taught the moon to hide?
Who calms the blue ocean's roar,
with whispered lullabies?
Collapsible lungs
Bendable fingers
Removable teeth
But the pain still lingers
It feels like we weren't made long for this world.

Pluckable eyes
Breakable jaws
If we look past the lies
We know it's because
We know we weren't made long for this world

Carve up your pound of flesh
Take from me my last breath
Cause I'm a stitched up limping mess
And only you can cure my death

Inflatable pride
Debatable truth
Preferable lies
Reimbursable youth
I know I'm not made long for this world.

Surrendered pride
Rendered truth
We rended light
Cause the darkness is cool
I know you weren't long for this world

I Carved up your pound of flesh
Stole from you your last breath
You were a limping bleeding mess
And you carried off my death

The transaction was made
But no one but me
Could say fair trade
And walk away ungrieved
I don't deserve to be long for his world
I don't deserve to be long for his world
Harmonics in the heavens
We’re waiting here again
For you to speak between the lines that blur where we begin
Your voice it roars like lions
Echoes out like a flood
My voice is drowned beneath the water muddled thick as blood

Oh
My spirit groans
Oh
No words to say
Oh
I know you know
No
One can take that away

There comes the dischords (sin)
Singing of our disgrace (grace)
Grace is your re-word to resolve all of our mistakes
You introduce a phrase
Your music set in words
So beautiful it comes alive and cannot be unheard

Oh
My spirit groans
Oh
Don’t know what to say
Oh
I know you know
No
One can take that away

Harmonics in the heavens
We’re waiting here again
For you to speak between the lines that blur where we begin
On this side of the sky
The cash before my eyes
Are paper blinds
Over my windows

On this side of my room
I'm hiding in the gloom
It's just easier
In the shadows

But you're the blue up high
The storm in the rain
On this side of the sky
You're the joy in the pain

On this side of the sky
The storm is rising high
There are no silver linings
Except the lightning

I'm running through the storm
My eyes are clouding up
It's blurring out your form
But I'm still searching

You're the blue up high
The storm in the rain
On this side of the sky
You're the joy in the pain

I lift my eyes up
To the mountains
A sunset of bloods
You turned to fountains
Your skies went black
So mine turned blue
On this side of the sky
The light is you

You're the blue up high
The storm in the rain
On this side of the sky
You're the joy in the pain
And when the storms fade
And I fade too
On that side of the sky
My light's still you
Where can we go when we want to see
The things we know we couldn't be
The thing you wanted I couldn't find
The haunted memoirs of my mind

We shrink inside where pain is bottled
Where ink stains the paper rotten
So we wind up and throw it out to sea
Drifts within the shore in me

Departed pushed by the tide
Discarded polluted inside
Smashed on the shore by the storm
Trash always goes back where it came from
Tracing the lines on a blank page
Lines that were never there
Trying to find my way out of this paper maze
But the page won't tare

You come alive on the page
Your ink stains it red
Your love your pain your hope your rage
It gets into my head

You can't be re-written
Can't be erased
You tear out the ending
And re-write a whole new page
The chapter that would end it all
Starts again
As the hero enters in

The cut out words have been erased
You've taken their place
The story isn't over yet
I'm reading you between the lines
You're the word so new it shines
And flips the story on it's head
I lay down the life I led
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