Divine Fault Line
I'm learning to love my skin, I'm learning to dive right in
I think it's time to sweep the eggshells clean
I'm starting to dance again, I'm using my hands again
And out of the headwind, I'm hearing the sirens saying
Don't get cold feet once it gets steep
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) don't keep
(And not knowing if I could make it) waitin'
(Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) let it break in
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt
(And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free
(Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) hurt, hurt
You're on your own dark side of the border tonight
And you're all fucked up, and you're wantin' to die
And that's the place where the breaking out begins
It's the divine fault-line opening
I'm tired of where I've been, out in the dark, looking in
How do they move so easy, I keep on freezing
Why can't I leap over the break?
The way that animals behave when their life's at stake
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) don't get
(And not calling if I could make it) cold feet
(Cut my body off from itself) once it
(Got no water left in the well) gets steep
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt
(And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free
(Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) hurt, hurt, hurt
You're on your own dark side of the border tonight
And you're all fucked up, and you're wantin' to die
And that's the place where the breaking out begins
It's the divine fault-line opening
Don't get cold feet once it gets steep
Hurt, hurt, hurt, free, hurt, hurt, hurt, free
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt
(And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free
(Cut my body off from itself) hurt, hurt
(Got no water left in the well) hurt, free
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt
(And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free
(Cut my body off from itself) free, free
(Got no water left in the well) free, free
You're on your own dark side of the border tonight
And you're all fucked up, and you're wanting to die
And that's the place where the breaking out begins
It's the divine fault-line opening
And for the sake of not holding onto things, I'm going headlong in
And for the sake of not holding onto things, for the sake of not holding onto things
And for the sake of not holding onto things, I'm going headlong in
And for the sake of not holding onto things, and for the sake of not holding onto things
And for the sake of not holding onto things
I think it's time to sweep the eggshells clean
I'm starting to dance again, I'm using my hands again
And out of the headwind, I'm hearing the sirens saying
Don't get cold feet once it gets steep
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) don't keep
(And not knowing if I could make it) waitin'
(Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) let it break in
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt
(And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free
(Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) hurt, hurt
You're on your own dark side of the border tonight
And you're all fucked up, and you're wantin' to die
And that's the place where the breaking out begins
It's the divine fault-line opening
I'm tired of where I've been, out in the dark, looking in
How do they move so easy, I keep on freezing
Why can't I leap over the break?
The way that animals behave when their life's at stake
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) don't get
(And not calling if I could make it) cold feet
(Cut my body off from itself) once it
(Got no water left in the well) gets steep
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt
(And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free
(Cut my body off from itself, got no water left in the well) hurt, hurt, hurt
You're on your own dark side of the border tonight
And you're all fucked up, and you're wantin' to die
And that's the place where the breaking out begins
It's the divine fault-line opening
Don't get cold feet once it gets steep
Hurt, hurt, hurt, free, hurt, hurt, hurt, free
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt
(And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free
(Cut my body off from itself) hurt, hurt
(Got no water left in the well) hurt, free
(I've been slow and so trepidatious) hurt, hurt
(And not knowing if I could make it) hurt, free
(Cut my body off from itself) free, free
(Got no water left in the well) free, free
You're on your own dark side of the border tonight
And you're all fucked up, and you're wanting to die
And that's the place where the breaking out begins
It's the divine fault-line opening
And for the sake of not holding onto things, I'm going headlong in
And for the sake of not holding onto things, for the sake of not holding onto things
And for the sake of not holding onto things, I'm going headlong in
And for the sake of not holding onto things, and for the sake of not holding onto things
And for the sake of not holding onto things
Credits
Writer(s): Emma Louise Lobb, Angela Mcmahon
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