More Than Human
I know a man whose heart is ready to chime
This man is waiting for you - he has no sense of time
I resurrected you but, I left out one thing
I wrote it in a song that no voice will ever sing
Love is the thing that separates
Love is what makes us make mistakes
(More Than Human)
there is a land beyond the spoken word
communication that only some have heard
and if i tell you the highway turning to take
keep it a secret or all of your mirrors will break
love is the thing that separates
love is what makes us make mistakes
i know a man whose heart is ready to chime
this man is waiting for you - he has no sense of time
i resurrected you but, i left out one thing
i wrote it in a song that no voice will ever sing
love is the thing that separates
love is what makes us make mistakes
and when the engine dies and we sit alone in the snow
and all the televisions forget the name of the show
and daniel's horses drown in the magellan straits
and all the poetry books start to burn in their crates
and gypsies' fingernails are growing back again
and all the wounded are walking through the rain
there is a land beyond the spoken word
communication that only some have heard
and if i tell you the highway turning to take
keep it a secret or all of your mirrors will break
This man is waiting for you - he has no sense of time
I resurrected you but, I left out one thing
I wrote it in a song that no voice will ever sing
Love is the thing that separates
Love is what makes us make mistakes
(More Than Human)
there is a land beyond the spoken word
communication that only some have heard
and if i tell you the highway turning to take
keep it a secret or all of your mirrors will break
love is the thing that separates
love is what makes us make mistakes
i know a man whose heart is ready to chime
this man is waiting for you - he has no sense of time
i resurrected you but, i left out one thing
i wrote it in a song that no voice will ever sing
love is the thing that separates
love is what makes us make mistakes
and when the engine dies and we sit alone in the snow
and all the televisions forget the name of the show
and daniel's horses drown in the magellan straits
and all the poetry books start to burn in their crates
and gypsies' fingernails are growing back again
and all the wounded are walking through the rain
there is a land beyond the spoken word
communication that only some have heard
and if i tell you the highway turning to take
keep it a secret or all of your mirrors will break
Credits
Writer(s): Jackie Leven
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