Dragonflies and the agonizing blast from a gun
Under a magnifying gla** in the sun
You ran fast and you won. It takes time to heal a wing
A hundred year old photograph doesn't feel a thing
Tracked courses. The parable lacked sources
Unbearable first memories of terrible black horses
Question the funeral procession and the pageant
The home we chose vs. the one that we imagined
Break chains...
Make change...
Break chains...
I was boxing with a ghost and drawing maps
While bells were accidentally announcing the collapse
Trial by journalist and crushed beneath heavy light
A Child's handwriting: I cry for you every night
... the lonely end. I love you. You're my only friend
Break chains...
Make change...
Break chains...
Sailor vs. salesman and nothing bores a genius
Oceans and time zones. Six doors between us
Eyes that burn holes through people and indignant hisses
Alone in our rooms with cures for malignant kisses
Oh my God. Oh my god. The broken man that cries, 'believe me'
Merciless, the wind at night and scared to d**h, my eyes deceive me
Tie my hands behind my back. Question marks surround my head
My legs know how to love someone. Alas, there's walls around my bed
Break chains...
Make change...
Break chains...
Over the phone, it's good to know we're not alone
With all the broken parts in the world and our own
The sleeping ache. All the messes that we make
Sound, you can count on me to come around when you break