Anatomy Of A Ghost - SATELLITES IN FISTS lyrics

Stop to question satellites

Lost in vast expansions of space

Place it in fists

Finding more than we asked

For 'misconceptions' reflective

Glance into what we should have known "it was right there."

If you could have just flown by unnoticed, unchallenged

We would still have careless wonder left in our eyes

Now we just wait to see behind yours

Behind eyes these sidewalks twist and tremble

Under the new found failures

Swirls of red and gray mixtures of the brick inlay,

Tear the clouds

Bring on the rain

Watching faces fall everyday

Letting it wash them down

We never thought too little

Just not enough

So now back to present found at the tops of rock walls

Where the spires climb so tall

The wheat fields growing all to much importance of fate,

Of faith bridges collapse behind us

Leaving no way out

Still lost in thought

We find none of this bothersome not troubling whatsoever

Claim what's ours

The headlights ahead are in blinking confirmation

Offering reassurance we were right

Take it back down

This is me hanging from a nail,

Missing the broken frame

And burnt edges

Face cut out between two worlds,

The first so obviously surreal

And the other so lifelike yet so dead

And true

But which should we choose,

Holding our feet,

Building our cities