We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward...always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
Your Bones are cold, they walk alone They stagger out of time The ghosts critique your silent leave You've turned your back on peace of mind You go, go, your body leaves its track marks behind Cause you've lost your guide to a crooked smile, again Home, this is not our home, it's a stop to rest You lean along a flight of stairs and you worry for your health You go, go , your body leaves It can' stay well Cause you've lost your guide to a crooked smile, again I WILL CALM AND QUIET NOW YOUR BONES LIKE A WARM STONE... You usher in the silence, turn your head, turn your head Now in the silence you are fed, you are fed You're steady as you're waiting For someone to take your place Cause you've lost your guide to a crooked smile, again I WILL CALM AND QUIET NOW YOUR BONES LIKE A WARM STONE... LIKE A WEANED CHILD...LIKE A WARM STONE
ne yazık ki şuan dağılan kayaların üzerinde yürüyoruz
uzun bir süredir
bu ikimiz için geçerli olan tek şey
ve hayaletlerimiz rüzgara ıskayken
gülse değiştirebileceğim bir güzergahta
adın parlaklığı alışılmış spotlar altında kısalıyor
bu görüp görebileceğim en güzel şey
tekil bir manzaraya karşı
küs sırtında
dolaşan
bir
solungaç kokusu
diğerlerini yeterince içerledim
kupamdaki livarda uzayın tercümanı kalıyor
kara delikler holde ayaklıyor
bütün yolların kapalıyken
epey uzun süredir söylemeye çalıştığım bu şey üzerinde
gönye döngüsüne girip
aksini düşünemediğim vasatlıklar soluyan kıyafetlerimizdir
tüm kronoloji elimdeyken
dedektif merceğimde sahneleri izliyor ve yaşıyorum
bol sazlıklı gölde sandalları hareket ettirmeye benziyor
dilini uzatmış gök
payını ayırmış kıtalara düşüyor
böyle nehir yataklarına baskı yapan basınçlı ambiyansta
debiye imza olmak istemem
itina ceketlidir
Checkered past no looking back for you
Cut the lines, the lines that tie me & you
Stained in glass all my memory of you
Now winters gone along with it goes you
As mirrors stare there's no reflection of you
We all have fears, my greatest fear is you
Checkered past no looking back for you
Checkered past no looking back for me
