The photo album was filled with pictures and strips and negative space
Clean enough to see the seams, plain as daylight on our faces
Lose yourself
Drift to that horizon, lined with silence
Find a place that's safe enough to lose their voices, cry
Exits winding, complex in all the lines getting bent
Footsteps like gritted hands that ride the spiral 'til it ends
Could it be that we were both lost and patiently tossed out
And need to be found before we hit the ground
I closed my eyes, stopped my heart from beating midstream
Like maybe you would come back to me if I stopped breathing
You love the withered roses, I hold you in my arms
You kiss my fingertips and rest your head inside my palm
It seems so simple inside of the walls
We built to keep the sun from seeping in
Alisha Wiley (Joe Horton)
We were lost in the distance
(Plastic lines, the sharpest knives will cut your heart and bleed it dry.)
(Hear a secret, tell a lie. Touch the Moon and kiss the sky)
Plastic lines brought us back
Plastic lines brought us back
We were lost in the distance
Plastic lines brought us back
If you were lost in the city in the sky
I would carry my wings in my back pocket and fly
Forget to walk and then try to touch my tongue to the tip of the sun
Like nobody ever told me that it couldn't be done
If you were lost in the city in the sky
I would carry my wings in my back pocket and fly
Forget to walk and then try to touch my tongue to the tip of the sun
Like nobody ever told me that it couldn't be done
We were lost in the distance
Plastic lines brought us back
We were lost in the distance
Plastic lines brought us back
We were lost in the distance
(Plastic lines, the sharpest knives will cut your heart and bleed it dry.)
(Hear a secret, tell a lie. Touch the Moon and kiss the sky)
Plastic lines brought us back