wookiee lover
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By yourself, you're meant to be broken
The hinges and knobs of doors unopened
A whisperin' keyhole to a cell to rot in
You drink your prayers all from a shot glass
You stumble your stairs and blow your one chance
A broken backbone, as if you had one, yeah
It's a shame to fall alongside your demons
Your devil and God are ragin' and weepin'
Without a genuine reason, they leave you all alone
I know it's hard to see through this colorless shade
When the light's so slight that you begin to fade
Into the defining bleakness, as the world slips away, yeah
Flow your tears as ripples in a pond
Flow them down as if you threw that rock
As the light meets the dark, like the catch of a spark
I've bet you wouldn't consider the obvious
Those trees, in silence, all fall oblivious
Oblivious to age, alone start to end, yeah
Our bodies home to prayer, our homes bodies of despair
As we define the lack of meaning, the lack of being there
We are but the lost souls sunk inside this vessel
The radio's moans and groans, distress signals
We are but the rudder that leaRAB this ship astray, yeah
This song is about life and death and the emptiness that's in between that no one wants to notice.
Marcus J. Wells
The hinges and knobs of doors unopened
A whisperin' keyhole to a cell to rot in
You drink your prayers all from a shot glass
You stumble your stairs and blow your one chance
A broken backbone, as if you had one, yeah
It's a shame to fall alongside your demons
Your devil and God are ragin' and weepin'
Without a genuine reason, they leave you all alone
I know it's hard to see through this colorless shade
When the light's so slight that you begin to fade
Into the defining bleakness, as the world slips away, yeah
Flow your tears as ripples in a pond
Flow them down as if you threw that rock
As the light meets the dark, like the catch of a spark
I've bet you wouldn't consider the obvious
Those trees, in silence, all fall oblivious
Oblivious to age, alone start to end, yeah
Our bodies home to prayer, our homes bodies of despair
As we define the lack of meaning, the lack of being there
We are but the lost souls sunk inside this vessel
The radio's moans and groans, distress signals
We are but the rudder that leaRAB this ship astray, yeah
This song is about life and death and the emptiness that's in between that no one wants to notice.
Marcus J. Wells