With no brains, only bones,
I am buried deep beneath the surface.
With no hands, only arms,
still I snatch you up & hold on tightly.
Hey your ride is outside,
you can go out tonight,
you can try or not try.
Hey your sky is my sky
& I smile & I sigh
'cause you're right & I'm right.
If you give up, you're fucked.
With no plans, only ghosts,
you can stifle out the fireball.
With no dreams of your own,
your projection's blurred, your speech is slurred, go home.
Given so much rope
& so much time
we certainly will hang ourselves.
Though we're only frondsÂ
of palm trees in a hurricane,
we'll hold on tightly.
credits
from PST (EP),
released July 10, 2014
Kiley Cubicciotti - Engineering. Post Sun Times - Production.
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