Edges
You are a song but I can't play it
You are the word before I say it
Underneath the leaves at the foot of my dreams
There is no place for the unclean
But you're gone
You're gone
You're gone
You're gone
So I don't know who I am
Ripping in and out those dreams
Where the edges are obscured
And the meaning is obscene
If you peel apart the night
You'll find me conjuring my blue
In one single granite heartbeat
He'll be standing there too
So I don't know who I am
Ripping in and out those dreams
Where the edges are obscured
And the meaning is obscene
If you peel apart the night
You'll find me conjuring my blue
In one single granite heartbeat
He'll be standing there too
The stars collapse in out of sight
Vast sheets of wrinkles mark the fading of the light
The train has left the station to the litter and the dark
And the last remaining sparks of sun-beams blackened and burnt out
Too late to know just what it's all about
Too late to know just what it's all about
Too late to know just what it's all about
You are a song but I just can't play it
You are the word before I say it
Underneath the leaves at the foot of my dreams
There is no place for the unclean
But you're gone
You're gone
You're gone
You're gone
So I don't know who I am
Ripping in and out those dreams
Where the edges are obscured
And the message is obscene
If you peel apart the night
You'll find me conjuring my blue
In one single granite heartbeat
He'll be standing there too
All silent in the hallways
Leaves fallen from the trees
Distant bells diluted comfort
For the desperate-devout on their knees
Sand gathers in the corners of the court
The minutes start to stop and freeze
You cannot quite believe the match is fought
The tickets used
No matter what you wished that you could choose
You've never had the time for casual thought
You're running out of numbers on the clock
But don't complain
We can't complain
But don't complain
We can't complain
The lock was always on the inside of the box
On the inside of the box
You are a song but I'll never play it
You are the word before I say it
Underneath the leaves at the foot of my dreams
There is no place for the unclean
But you're gone
You're gone
You're gone
Gone
Gone
So I don't know who I am
Ripping in and out those dreams
Where the edges are obscured
And the meaning is obscene
If you peel apart the night
You'll find me conjuring my blue
In one single granite heartbeat
He'll be standing there too
You are the word before I say it
Underneath the leaves at the foot of my dreams
There is no place for the unclean
But you're gone
You're gone
You're gone
You're gone
So I don't know who I am
Ripping in and out those dreams
Where the edges are obscured
And the meaning is obscene
If you peel apart the night
You'll find me conjuring my blue
In one single granite heartbeat
He'll be standing there too
So I don't know who I am
Ripping in and out those dreams
Where the edges are obscured
And the meaning is obscene
If you peel apart the night
You'll find me conjuring my blue
In one single granite heartbeat
He'll be standing there too
The stars collapse in out of sight
Vast sheets of wrinkles mark the fading of the light
The train has left the station to the litter and the dark
And the last remaining sparks of sun-beams blackened and burnt out
Too late to know just what it's all about
Too late to know just what it's all about
Too late to know just what it's all about
You are a song but I just can't play it
You are the word before I say it
Underneath the leaves at the foot of my dreams
There is no place for the unclean
But you're gone
You're gone
You're gone
You're gone
So I don't know who I am
Ripping in and out those dreams
Where the edges are obscured
And the message is obscene
If you peel apart the night
You'll find me conjuring my blue
In one single granite heartbeat
He'll be standing there too
All silent in the hallways
Leaves fallen from the trees
Distant bells diluted comfort
For the desperate-devout on their knees
Sand gathers in the corners of the court
The minutes start to stop and freeze
You cannot quite believe the match is fought
The tickets used
No matter what you wished that you could choose
You've never had the time for casual thought
You're running out of numbers on the clock
But don't complain
We can't complain
But don't complain
We can't complain
The lock was always on the inside of the box
On the inside of the box
You are a song but I'll never play it
You are the word before I say it
Underneath the leaves at the foot of my dreams
There is no place for the unclean
But you're gone
You're gone
You're gone
Gone
Gone
So I don't know who I am
Ripping in and out those dreams
Where the edges are obscured
And the meaning is obscene
If you peel apart the night
You'll find me conjuring my blue
In one single granite heartbeat
He'll be standing there too
Credits
Writer(s): Vore Complex
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