| I heard mute voices mouthing prayers to unknown ones
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| Whose mouths had once prayed to gods in the songs of broken tongues
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| I heard drum breaks roll from the edge of the falling heights
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| Cascading sounds colliding devouring up by the night
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| I heard the snap of wings beat as the flocks spread west
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| I stood and listened to the silent echo that it left
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| Calling you calling me
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| I heard the poison moaning inside the depths of me
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| I felt it turning like driftwood on dead seas
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| Until I heard it take root and branch fruit against the skies
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| For my empty hands to pick them free of claps and of cries
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| And overcome and overrun I remembered once again the fear
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| The fear of being alone the fear of never leaving here
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| Calling me calling you
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| Still it takes and still it holds
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| And still it comes it opens and folds
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| And still I wait and still I lie
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| And still the rope around me is tied
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| And so the voices guide me between tension and release
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| And so the voices throw me between turmoil and relief
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| And the voices inside voices speak to this voice that remains
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| Until our voices join together for one last refrain
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| Calling me calling you
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| And still it takes and still it holds
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| And still it comes it opens and folds
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| And still I wait and still I lie
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| And still the rope around me is tied |