| It curves in through the weather
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| it’s coming from above
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| and it brought us together
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| it guided us to touch
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| and it moves in a rhythm yeah
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| what tender tailor came
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| and pushed a thread through each of us? |
| then he left us alone
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| to walk our length oblivious
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| but our feet fall in a rhythm yeah
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| it’s there if you’re listening i can’t believe it, i think i believe in this
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| what arrow? |
| at what angle? |
| and what angel?
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| did he wait until we met?
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| in that holy moment, oh, did he throw it?
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| to pin our broken bodies here?
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| to see us writhe in a rhythm yeah
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| it’s there if you’re listening
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| i can’t believe it, i think i believe in this
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| we open the door and we’re in the river
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| but we’re not getting wet
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| rush hour comes and we go above their heads
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| we don’t even fold our hands
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| open the door and we’re in the forest
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| y’know we ain’t getting scared
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| bring me the cliff, i’m going over it
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| let her just reel me in |