lines in the sand
shaped like hands
to lift us up
on our broken legs
but it's not enough
and we lose our heads
dropped from the sky
it burned our eyes
made us think for ourselves at last
and take some steps
to put a knife in the past
need to change where we're going
and to drop the stones we're throwing
and move out of the world and watch the glass house crumble
and what remains
is the stuff that sticks around and dirties haloes
stopped to watch the rain
but we fell asleep and woke up near the window
i won't complain
we press our tongues to the pane
we laugh at the ones on the train
we beat them at their own game
headache, sunburn, nosebleed, your turn
tongue tied, shut down
yeah, there's enough to go around
so then, good luck
please don't give up
build them, burn them
and press them into little squares
as the world turned, we were dreaming about our brains
and how they made us think and twitch and look away
so we stepped back into the shoes we wore that day
and find we're better off now, no matter what they say
look into through window
of a pale run down car
with the wind in my eyes, there is a burn on my cheek
and a package in my arms
the world looks pretty blurry
my eyes are tired these days
the sun looks like butter on an infinite plane
and I wish it would melt away
okay, now
on our broken legs
but it's not enough
and we lose our heads
dropped from the sky
it burned our eyes
made us think for ourselves at last
and take some steps
to put a knife in the past
need to change where we're going
and to drop the stones we're throwing
and move out of the world and watch the glass house crumble
and what remains
is the stuff that sticks around and dirties haloes
stopped to watch the rain
but we fell asleep and woke up near the window
i won't complain
we press our tongues to the pane
we laugh at the ones on the train
we beat them at their own game
headache, sunburn, nosebleed, your turn
tongue tied, shut down
yeah, there's enough to go around
so then, good luck
please don't give up
build them, burn them
and press them into little squares
as the world turned, we were dreaming about our brains
and how they made us think and twitch and look away
so we stepped back into the shoes we wore that day
and find we're better off now, no matter what they say
look into through window
of a pale run down car
with the wind in my eyes, there is a burn on my cheek
and a package in my arms
the world looks pretty blurry
my eyes are tired these days
the sun looks like butter on an infinite plane
and I wish it would melt away
okay, now
i almost thought it has already been said enough about this formidable usofa artist on our blog surface. fortunately i changed my mind `cause he and his unique music projects let us fall in love time and again. this means ben cooper, ingenius lyrical mastermind of `radical face`.
this time we`ll try to convince any music beloved souls by naming another earlier band he`s involved in, which answers to the name of `unkle stiltskin` and was formed about ten years ago in 2002. insofar to commemorate an 10th anniversary moment of occasion here`s an immense track with even more immense heart shapely like hands. shake on it!
this time we`ll try to convince any music beloved souls by naming another earlier band he`s involved in, which answers to the name of `unkle stiltskin` and was formed about ten years ago in 2002. insofar to commemorate an 10th anniversary moment of occasion here`s an immense track with even more immense heart shapely like hands. shake on it!
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