Spine - Page France

You were my beliefs all rusting over

And I was disappoint within your spine

We noticed that the stars were all exploding

So we stared into the sky till we were blind

Then cut off both our arms and reached for nothing

And rewound the frames that twisted in our minds

And we watched their separate lives in backwards motion

So we ended up connected at the sides

And I wondered if the sky was just a ceiling

And you wondered if the ground was just a floor

Oh, how the world will make a fool of a believer

I was a believer once before

You will come home

You will come home

You will come home

You will come home

(x many)

But the airwaves in our stomachs never seem to find it funny

As we float above the ocean

While I loved you from a corner through the bridge and through the borders

Without motions

So we’ll place all our remains within a freezer

And believe that they won’t spoil

And I’ll trade being your spine with another one

Who thinks that he can keep your bones alive

And I’ll watch him till he finds that I’m your home

You will come home

(x many)