It’s a broken sound
A highway to the stars
In a dead man’s language
My hand in yours
It’s misplayed cymbal
A constantly sounding alarm
I’ll improve if I can
My hand in yours
Me & Mine, You & Yours
And it fills that time when we can’t sleep
When it’s something and it passes through you
Keep it up and hope that no one turns me in
And I make this sound as cross my feet
Prise it open, sanguine and half sober
It’s a broken sound
A highway to the stars
In a dead man’s language
My hand in yours
Me and Mine, You and Yours
And I’d make this crown run in peace when it comes down
Faces up, pounded out, in karmic resolve
And I’ll feel this strength rush through me
then carry an abysmal wreck through the shallow wave
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