Before Braille - A Cinema Spine Lyrics
Just a little bit of feeling in your stories and I'm ready rearing to goJust a little bit of grieving in the words you relate and I'm alrightCrash land, insist, can't exist on frailtyI always crash land, resist, exaggerated authorityJust a little bit of bleeding in your storiesand I'd be really wanting to knowhow they treat internal bleeding when they're dying to be the future glowAll attacks come two by twoWe've been gliding, so far just spinning our wheelsWhen all the bodies fall do they face the skyTo choose which star to make it homeWhen all the bodies fall is it finally quietOr does their last heartbeat echo till they're goldCrash land, resist, re-define a dire needCrash land, in this unassuming realityWhen all the bodies fall will they shun the lightAnd dust their feet on brittle stoneAnd all this time is wasted on an assembly lineTo keep things plain enough to be soldTell me something to ease my worry,tell me something to calm me downTell me something to prove your story,a shot of sodium pentatholTell me something that's not too late to deny'Why would anybody treat your rightWe already know how the actors feel
