Seventeen
What is this forced sympathy for heartbeats in the universe
Distracting masses from our dirt?
The planet earth is dying, so how more can we wait
For a signal sent from far from deep?
I'd like to spare your belief, but how could they hear our call?
Its echo has spine and trapped our scream
There are two worlds and two worlds only
But the plane between them count as one
From the sides, dim and twice as many
Mark my word (eight and eight)
And one will be the magic number, seventeen
At least that's what the lady said
A tragic number, seventeen
That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept
Whatever these words may mean
The omen is upon us
The gipsy read our blood-red dusk
Philosophers and prophets have failed to bind our curse
Ashes to ashes for this world
It doesn't really matter, for no one seems to care
What happens in the final stage
There are two worlds and two worlds only
But the plane between them count as one
From the sides, dim and twice as many
Mark my words (eight and eight)
And one will be the magic number, seventeen
At least that's what the lady said
A tragic number, seventeen
That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept
The magic number, seventeen
At least that's what the lady said
A tragic number, seventeen
That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept
Seventeen
Distracting masses from our dirt?
The planet earth is dying, so how more can we wait
For a signal sent from far from deep?
I'd like to spare your belief, but how could they hear our call?
Its echo has spine and trapped our scream
There are two worlds and two worlds only
But the plane between them count as one
From the sides, dim and twice as many
Mark my word (eight and eight)
And one will be the magic number, seventeen
At least that's what the lady said
A tragic number, seventeen
That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept
Whatever these words may mean
The omen is upon us
The gipsy read our blood-red dusk
Philosophers and prophets have failed to bind our curse
Ashes to ashes for this world
It doesn't really matter, for no one seems to care
What happens in the final stage
There are two worlds and two worlds only
But the plane between them count as one
From the sides, dim and twice as many
Mark my words (eight and eight)
And one will be the magic number, seventeen
At least that's what the lady said
A tragic number, seventeen
That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept
The magic number, seventeen
At least that's what the lady said
A tragic number, seventeen
That's what revealed the Star, le dix-sept
Seventeen
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Writer(s): Aimee Mayo, Craig Lindsey, William C. Luther
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