Satellites In Fists

When it falls apart
You'll never be the same
You'll never be 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 it in fists
Finding more than we asked for
When it falls apart
You'll never be the same
You'll never be yourself again
When you find your way
Your way'll be too late
Too late to pull together
Misconception
Reflected glane 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
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
Washing faces, fall everyday
Letting it wash them down
These sidewalks twist and tremble
Under new found failures
Swirls of red and gray
Thoughts of old
We never thought too little, just not enough
So, now back to present found at the tops
Of the rockwalls 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