One, two, three, four
I could cross these streets each one thousand times
Or call on all friends passed
To exchange broken wings
For broken arms and glass
With each microscopic attempt
That seems to go unnoticed or delinquent
There are rebirths in fractions
Or faith not yet to the breaking point
Molecules
Ashes
Particles
The sound of belief
Of counters being reset
Or call on all friends passed
To exchange broken wings
For broken arms and glass
That seems to go unnoticed or delinquent
Or faith not yet to the breaking point
Molecules
Ashes
Particles
The sound of belief
Of counters being reset
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