Speak, speak in pitch Wicked light sleep, no magic trick! no burning bridge! Nor rabbit kit could build these Graves, in the sky Burning bright bliss on the skin of your Eye, little priss, right church wrong pew if your selling Your favorite understanding Leave the children to their brandings Leave the grownups to dismember Stray wages and luck Lanterns burned all winter Like the darkness had formed blisters Grown tender, grown tender as a fuse At night, fugues of ordinance Flicker out to each of us These things don't speak at all When it's, never strange enough When it's, never plain enough To bleed, to bleed, to bleed, to bleed the energy away Our side of the sea, we have different ways and means Breathe, i breathe my whims If these hands don't shake when the air runs Thin, costs so much, man it costs so much not to let them In or out, don't pale or pout we'll all Pay twice for endless doubt No other, no other, no other prevails Busy painting interest on the ones who'd pa** out orders I think you're too good a shot I think you're too good a shot To have never been self-taught I think you're too good a shot I think you're too good a shot To have never been self-taught I think you're too good a shot I breathe my whims And if these hands don't shake when the air runs thin The years they came, moved over us both We barely believe, what never arrived We let it fall, cause it's falling right now Bells sound out over sunburned hands I hear them now And it takes all of it in Crossing out where we've been Hardly shelter from the things you feel you have to pay Brightness over darkness through the threshold through the starkness we forgave Hiccups in the conscious, every moment every fondness we can't save Brightness over darkness just distortion never lost never repaid