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There are wires in between
Human heart and machine.
I will wait for mountains
To tell me you're okayâ¦
On paper my future will lay.
I'll fold every failure into a crane.
Trust is quicksand,
Claiming everything I have,
All to give me life, all to give me life.
Slow down, hide your eyes!
The sun is setting fire
Through glass, branches deep.
I cough only to breathe.
Trust is quicksand,
Claiming everything I have,
All to give me life, all to give me life.
One thousand more to go,
I'll send every prayer from below.
I was swallowed by a whale.
Slow down, you're all words
And love is made of yarn.
Scissors,
A slip of the hand, a slip of the tongue;
God knows I meant no harm, I meant no harm.
In between every promise and lie there is a kiss.
In between tempers and suitcases there is a kiss.
In between medicine and the sick there is a kiss.
In between arrows, aim, and release, there is a kiss.
(Anchors in reverse
Lead us back to birth.)
- Album:
- Atlas: Senses
- Christmas Collection 2015
- Atlas: Oceans
- Atlas: Land (EP)
- Covers, Vol. 1
- Atlas: Darkness
- Atlas: Light
- Atlas: Space 1 (EP)
- Atlas: Space 2 (EP)
- Yearbook - August (EP)
- Miscellaneous
- Yearbook - May (EP)
- Yearbook - November (EP)
- Yearbook - December (EP)
- Yearbook - January (EP)
- Yearbook - February (EP)
- Yearbook - March (EP)
- Yearbook - April (EP)
- Non-Album Releases
- Atlas: Smell