Satellites in Fists by Anatomy Of A Ghost Lyrics
When it falls apart
You'll never be the same
You'll never see yourself again
When you find your way
Your way'll be too late
Too late to pull together
Stop to question satellites
Lost in these vast expanses of space
Place head in fists, finding more than we asked for
When it falls apart
You'll never be the same
You'll never see yourself again
When you find your way
Your way'll be too late
Too late to pull together
Misconception: reflected 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 in . .
This is me hanging from a nail
Missing broken frame
Face caught on burnt edges
Tear the clouds, bring the rain
This is me hanging from a nail
Missing broken frame
Face caught on burnt edges
Tear the clouds, bring the rain
Tear the clouds bring on the rain
Watching faces fall everyday
Letting it wash them down
These sidewalks twist and tremble
Under new found failures
Swirls of red and gray, thoughts of home
We never thought too little, just not enough
So, now back to present found at the tops
Of the rock-walls where the spires climb so tall
The wheat field's growing
This is me hanging from a nail
Missing broken frame
Face caught on burnt edges
Tear the clouds, bring the rain
You'll never be the same
You'll never see yourself again
When you find your way
Your way'll be too late
Too late to pull together
Stop to question satellites
Lost in these vast expanses of space
Place head in fists, finding more than we asked for
When it falls apart
You'll never be the same
You'll never see yourself again
When you find your way
Your way'll be too late
Too late to pull together
Misconception: reflected 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 in . .
This is me hanging from a nail
Missing broken frame
Face caught on burnt edges
Tear the clouds, bring the rain
This is me hanging from a nail
Missing broken frame
Face caught on burnt edges
Tear the clouds, bring the rain
Tear the clouds bring on the rain
Watching faces fall everyday
Letting it wash them down
These sidewalks twist and tremble
Under new found failures
Swirls of red and gray, thoughts of home
We never thought too little, just not enough
So, now back to present found at the tops
Of the rock-walls where the spires climb so tall
The wheat field's growing
This is me hanging from a nail
Missing broken frame
Face caught on burnt edges
Tear the clouds, bring the rain