| Cityscape Skeletons
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| Taking shape and growing skin
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| Layer and layer is peeled away
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| Exhausted
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| From the repetition of always needing to rebuild
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| Worn down faces in colorful barren places
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| City lights and skylines
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| Guiding home our wandering minds
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| Tucking us into tortoise shells
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| Suppressing the outside sounds of relentless consciousness
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| Where is contemplative terrain that sleeps with the setting sun?
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| This nocturnal apathy
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| Binging on shadow and smoke
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| It’s endlessly coming undone
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| When the ground falls out who will take my hands?
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| When things fall apart, who will take my hand?
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| I never thought that I could withstand falling short when I’m a broken man
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| You never knew how much I meant it in love
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| Every night I’m beside you weeks away when you’re sleeping alone
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| Did you ever know how much I meant it?
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| Millions of tiny pieces looking in on themselves
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| Reflected in the water
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| Unaware of each other
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| Every piece could find its place back in the puzzle
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| What was one is shattered into many and longs to be whole again
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| But nothing ever fits quite the same in the end
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| I never thought that I could withstand falling short when I’m a broken man
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| You never know how much I meant it in love
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| I never thought that I could withstand falling short when I’m a broken man
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| Every night I’m besides you weeks away when you’re sleeping alone
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| Did you ever know how much I meant it?
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| When the ground falls out who will take my hand?
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| When things fall apart who will take my hand? |