Looking at my hands
Creased and cracked and made of sand
Solace washes in
All that was and is will fade, divide, and end
Telephone lines dance
Collecting calls that don't know where or how to begin
When you look at what's been sent
You think of words that should never be said
Now I know what we can do
I can't find a way to make it up to you
You see me staring at my hands
As though I've done something that would make it hard to exist
We're going out on the town running around and
Trying not to scream and shout and
Ambulate, escalate to the highest line
Is this what it feels like falling apart
Ambulate, escalate to the highest line
Is this what it's been like right from the start
When we were young
When we were young
When we were