We are the nothing waiting in bad dreams
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we are the first cracks in the ice
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we are the hour hand, forever love's bitch and
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we are the tears in those who have come before
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and you whisper, you whisper this could be the end
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the soft escape of closing eyelids
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the haunt of long nights still to come
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first blinding light then only darkness
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the cracks in pavement spell your name
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electric whir of closing sirens
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each word hangs rigid in the air
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first scattered mass then constellation
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we held your hand as you learned.
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H Soft Escape
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| Age of Rockets |
