A Moment of Clarity

And nightly they invade
Picking away the scar tissues
So I can dream without black holes and without white noise

The city sleeps
Under cold, delicate stars
Never winning or recovering
And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking

And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking
And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking
And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking
And that sound is the crunch of the human spirit breaking



Credits
Writer(s): Tom Elliot Morris, Richard Thomas Corah, Michael Andrew Love
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