leaving, everything is linked by sound
wanting all to trickle down
we're all acoustic measurements
our bones good hollow instruments
and places that we've been
and things we may never feel
quite the same, oh quite so strong again
have etched the track beneath our bones
that yet rattle inside men
when we
oh
tear, we
when we
oh
tear, we
oh
tear, we
when we order servants down
when we tear we loose the ground
some of us fit into etchings
our rest wanders the earth
some of us fit into etchings
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