Look at the sun as long as you can. Look at the houses here from where you stand. Are the lights on? Are they waking to the sound of the breaking that you won’t sing? The closest thing I have is in the palm of your heavy hand. Not everyone will move when they hear the sound of that gun. If there’s something that is weighted, you can’t carry, (you don’t need to) carry alone.
Lyrics submitted by danisonfire