Letra
There is order in the world
But we will never see it
Stories to a far field flung
(And worrying about what the tongue takes
As the deed waits to be daily done)
I feel the burn
As it goes in
And push past bone
Where the trouble begins
I want to believe
It isn't my fault
So I keep pushing
Till I reach the vault
And on till the levee breaks
In a river of what's after
As the body works to push itself out
Grows smaller, though greater
First you, then me sometime later
(But meanwhile, who's gonna do this for me
When you're gone?)
I want to pay for everything I've done
Writer(s): Nettles
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