Black Urban Death

av | maj 1, 2012 | Definition av människor, Musik, Text in English

We’re so close
And the shell’s so thin
But the splitting and the grinding
Keeps us whipping up the grin

From across the shining street
There’s a perfect line of stares
Filled with winding steps of faith
And a blinding gaze of doubt

It’s so clear
The breaking, stopping sound
The impossible distraction
The accelerating ground

Listening to the hill
I heard the wind was good
To men and women still
The difference was unloud

I really never thought
To begin again
A living left unsaid
And a dying to be told

It’s so clear
The breaking, stopping sound
The impossible distraction
The accelerating ground