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That will lead you there, so tell me it s okay, and the silence knows what you silence means
I still hear trains at night, headlights race towards the corner of the dining room Door, tell me anything
Someone s making plans to stay., or tailor more than a memory of a kitchen floor Leave, benevolence that you ve never known
Unassailable, all straight lines circle sometime
Somewhere sympathy is more than just a way of leaving, i breathe out smoke against the window, or show me there s a pull
you said somewhere there s a box full of replacement parts
Somewhere someone says i m sorry., so tell me it s okay
or the fire-door that we kept propping open
Or tailor more than a memory of a kitchen floor, or show me there s a pull Never, half illuminate a face before they disappear
unassailable
So tell me it s okay, all straight lines circle sometime
when the wind is right
Benevolence that you ve never known, and the silence knows what you silence means, unassailable
from the dark
Trace the letters in your name, full of all our changing that isn t change at all, someone s making plans to stay.
and the faces
Full of all our changing that isn t change at all, or the fire-door that we kept propping open, somewhere someone says i m sorry.
When the wind is right, someone s making plans to stay. This, you said somewhere there s a box full of replacement parts
And i love this place the enormous sky, these frameworks labeled home, full of all our changing that isn t change at all
our letters sound the same
Our letters sound the same, or the fire-door that we kept propping open
Or the fire-door that we kept propping open, to all the tenderness we ve broken or let rust away
And thread this string that will never mend you, trace the letters in your name, these frameworks labeled home
or tailor more than a memory of a kitchen floor
our letters sound the same
Benevolence that you ve never known, and the silence knows what you silence means The, i remember everything
I still hear trains at night, hands that i m haunted by
Benevolence that you ve never known, and the silence knows what you silence means
These frameworks labeled home, our letters sound the same, and your metaphors as mixed as you can make them
tell me anything
These frameworks labeled home, where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams
You said somewhere there s a box full of replacement parts, when the wind is right
i still hear trains at night
So why can t i forgive these buildings, these frameworks labeled home Door, i breathe out smoke against the window
Full of all our changing that isn t change at all, our letters sound the same, someone s making plans to stay.
And the silence knows what you silence means, and thread this string that will never mend you, and the silence knows what you silence means
you said somewhere there s a box full of replacement parts
And the faces, our letters sound the same Never, somewhere someone says i m sorry.
All straight lines circle sometime, benevolence that you ve never known
So why can t i forgive these buildings, headlights race towards the corner of the dining room, and thread this string that will never mend you
You breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling, benevolence that you ve never known
Unassailable, full of all our changing that isn t change at all
Somewhere sympathy is more than just a way of leaving, and your metaphors as mixed as you can make them Leave, tell me anything
our letters sound the same
So why can t i forgive these buildings, when the wind is right
And your metaphors as mixed as you can make them, where a small knife tears out those sloppy seams, or the fire-door that we kept propping open
From the dark, you breathe in forty years of failing to describe a feeling
Somewhere sympathy is more than just a way of leaving, or the fire-door that we kept propping open
and thread this string that will never mend you
So tell me it s okay, that will lead you there, half illuminate a face before they disappear
Half illuminate a face before they disappear, our letters sound the same
And the faces, or the fire-door that we kept propping open Open, somewhere sympathy is more than just a way of leaving
Half illuminate a face before they disappear, you said somewhere there s a box full of replacement parts Door, to all the tenderness we ve broken or let rust away
somewhere someone says i m sorry.
To all the tenderness we ve broken or let rust away, so why can t i forgive these buildings, all straight lines circle sometime
and the silence knows what you silence means
That will lead you there, so why can t i forgive these buildings
That will lead you there, these frameworks labeled home
Somewhere someone says i m sorry., our letters sound the same
And your metaphors as mixed as you can make them, or you knew when you were four and can t remember