It's a habit It's all good I fall in a hole (loser) Fade in symphonic Like the phone that's dialing Alone again Unknown again If we want to plug in The hardness, the feeling To turn into silence Then we won't survive But we ought to We ought to
This mirror weighs a ton but at least we act sudden All the words are gone But the radios in your head still speak the arcane to the out there We're never really done but we're here to wax sunny All the kings are gone But the maniac in your head still sleeps in archways alone as an act of faith All the worlds are gone
