There Are Wires In Between
Human Heart And Machine.
I Will Wait For Mountains
To Tell Me You're Okay…

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.)