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Sweep as the goer
The bridge that watches the light speed thru
And cries while the spirit stumbles
And inside missile for the protection of you

Maybe it's silent
The voice can't bear anymore strain
But speak without even knowing
And streams outside in the direction of truth

There's no reason
There's no secret to decode
If you can't save it leave it dying on the road
Wide open arms can feel so cold
So cold
Feel so cold

Balance the books, the ledges, the loons
The disappointed look on the faces
That squint at the moon
Let's see it with shadows enhance
And then vote to decide who'll advance

Silver jet plane, making a turn
Exciting the brain that expects it to crash and then burn
It's not the life lesson I'd've guessed
If you're conscious you must be depressed
Or at least cynical

But someone might still eat the steaks
Even if they're tough
Spending the day
Chewing the fat
Floating away isn't rough but it's not enough

Oh marianne, pass me the joint
The sandpaper's tan
Go-getters are surfing the point
And London's a cratch on the lens
It's over before it begins

Silk 'round her neck falls down to her shoulders
The older I get, the more I suspect there's a trick
But really there's no trip at all
That doesn't result in a fall
Or a faltering

But something could spit out the bait
Even if it's real
Rolling away
Missing a spoke
Close to the ground like a wheel but it's not joke

Holding the line
Clutching the phone
Nobly wasting the night, but it isn't right
It's not right

Smelling for blood
Praying for rain
Running away isn't rough,
But it's not enough

The low tide is telling me when it's over
To breathe in everything exposed
And comes back to cover me with a blanket
Being here's always changing tunes

The empty sky surrounds me but i can't see at all
Wde open arms can feel so cold
And you can sit beside me
And tell me what it's worth
But I hope I die before i get sold
I hope I die before I get sold
I'd rather die before I get sold

If you find the soul that you lost
Frozen in a starry void
Take it within and hope the sight of blood
Can will signs of life to return
Back to the way that it was
Long before it made a noise
To keep on quietly reminding you
What's never created or destroyed

Wake as the swell peaks
The close-outs drowning the birds with roars
And howls scare the new unkindness
That picks and laughs at the carrion scene

Forces you see breath
Can always go into hiding
And wait 'til it passes over
Or stay far gone for all eternity



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