This is pushing through the breakers - tracing your fingers across the lines as cracks become chasms. Don't the details drag you down. I'm changing my clocks as this city comes around. Sit still for long enough to listen and you might find yourself again.
They've got their fingers on the button. They've got their paws in all my sores. An artillary of letters with blank pages to be stored. Today turned out just how I planned. You don't seem to understand.
We piled into a bus with some warm beer. It wasn't long before the air was stale. We turned our eyes inside and pressed our faces to the window waiting for nothing. You were all skin and chemicals like you'd just found yourself again.
They've got their fingers on the button. They've got their paws in all my sores. An artillary of letters with blank pages to be stored. Today turned out just how I planned. You don't seem to understand.
It's easy to slip when we're all dressed in black, when our eyes have gone blurry and your makeup is cracked, when everything shines and everthing's new, when everything's hazy and there's no one but you.
My door is locked in broad daylight. My eyes are open when I snore. I'll be buying generators when the power lines are taken over.
Today turned out just how I planned. You don't seem to understand.
credits
from Cradle to Cradle,
released July 11, 2012
Music by: Brent Dixon
Words by: Brent Dixon and Jason Harrison
Percussion: Fred Mandujano
Violins: Andy Tindall
Bass: Dalton Chamblee
Produced by: Brian Douglas Phillips
Rattletrap Audio
Mastered by: Nick Landis
Terra Nova Digital Audio, Inc.
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