Breaking Bones - Kyte
Sometimes the smoke
Is alive with control
And the poison on the conversation turns our roles
Awake with the hope
Of a new day new ropes
But the language takes no prisoners or hearts
Of their own
And now
I fold
This home
To make believe the ways to be alone
I thought this with my eyes closed
Soon enough
I'll be towering high
We came straight from the nightlife
No sentiment
Once we learn how to spy
Breaking your mold
It's the curse of the cold
Where the shadows meet the history
It blurs to unknown
Sinking through soil
To the six foot reserve
Hold your breath before the windows fill
With faces from the old
And now
I fold
This home
To make believe the ways to be alone
I thought this with my eyes closed
Soon enough
I'll be towering high
We came straight from the nightlife
No sentiment
Once we learn how to spy
I thought this with my eyes closed
Soon enough
I'll be towering high
We came straight from the nightlife
No sentiment
Once we learn how to spy
