Verse 1:
Numb with all the silence
But fearful of the stare
Your words are idle here
Pale with jaunted jaw
An opening in the floor
When are you pushing through
Chorus:
Somebody's gonna crack
You know they're bound to break
Someone'll clean it up
When your halo's turned to dust
They'll set the mould in the fire to blow another of rust.
Verse 2:
These are (just) the palest of the words
The most drawn out of tides
the lingering embers of a fire that's died
Bridge:
There's nothing to possess
If you've not put it to the test
And crossed it off your list
Why hold onto something which dumbs you down?
It's too much of a price to pay for your crown
And I know what you're thinking, it's true
It was the idea, I just couldn't love you
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