| There’s a stillness to the thrashing of despair
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| There is a calm in the rush of your stare
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| And I’m now beyond care
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| Experience being gained, we’re back to back
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| And strain to strain, there is a stillness
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| Breathes in you and me
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| Music calls without answer
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| Where the darkness lies heavy
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| And the beast has no master
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| And the spirit no name
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| And the angels are hushing
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| And they dance in soft shame
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| This hysterical house could collapse in the night
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| And the hinges will buckle
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| Liars choke on their spike
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| But the darkness has a hunger
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| It offers you blood for wild blood
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| And you be on wondering
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| Why you’re still not good enough
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| There is a glory in the pitch of your desire
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| And a calm in my gaze as my feet are retired
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| Our pulses exchange, we’re face to face
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| Finally higher and wire to wire
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| Ohh, wire to wire, wire to wire
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| Signal to satellite, bullet to beast
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| Frequency is higher, ohh
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| I’m apart of this illusion, I’m for blues blood
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| To which new feeling do we go? |
| Wire to wire |