Muscle Memory
She'll stand, contrasted to the sky
Painting the horizon
Constructing trees of papier-mâché
That crack and tear when the wind blows
Singing rights of passage, sacrosanct
Getting older than she'd like
Paint your billboards all around the town
Asking me to please stay
Reach out to me
And teach me how to breathe
Muscle memory might
Just get me through the night
Again, and again
Stars fold in the corner of your eye
Collapsing there like fireflies
I'll be ahead and off to the left
Occupying headspace
You'll lead on to a house built of stone
Memories and I told you so's
Your ceiling, your bedroom, your wooden floor
I've been here before
Reach out to me
And teach me how to breathe
Muscle memory might
Just get me through the night
Again, and again
So place the palm of your hand against the small of my back
And try and count the vertebrae that bend and twist and crack
So place the palm of your hand against the wall of my chest
And try and feel my lungs expand but we know there's nothing left
Reach out to me
And teach me how to breathe
Muscle memory might
Just get me through the night
Again, and again
Reach out to me
And teach me how to breathe
Muscle memory might
Just get me through the night
Again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
Painting the horizon
Constructing trees of papier-mâché
That crack and tear when the wind blows
Singing rights of passage, sacrosanct
Getting older than she'd like
Paint your billboards all around the town
Asking me to please stay
Reach out to me
And teach me how to breathe
Muscle memory might
Just get me through the night
Again, and again
Stars fold in the corner of your eye
Collapsing there like fireflies
I'll be ahead and off to the left
Occupying headspace
You'll lead on to a house built of stone
Memories and I told you so's
Your ceiling, your bedroom, your wooden floor
I've been here before
Reach out to me
And teach me how to breathe
Muscle memory might
Just get me through the night
Again, and again
So place the palm of your hand against the small of my back
And try and count the vertebrae that bend and twist and crack
So place the palm of your hand against the wall of my chest
And try and feel my lungs expand but we know there's nothing left
Reach out to me
And teach me how to breathe
Muscle memory might
Just get me through the night
Again, and again
Reach out to me
And teach me how to breathe
Muscle memory might
Just get me through the night
Again
And again
And again
And again
And again
And again
Credits
Writer(s): Colin Wan, Elliott Brown, Michael Goodfellow, Sam Fisher
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