Send for the physician
To set the bone
Those longings and thoughts that we
Thought we thought were not our own
Pieces don't fit
There's no need to belong
Pieces don't fit
There's no need to be awake
And yet I am, awake
To a thousand nations of sand
Suspended in air
By the smoke that we push out of our lungs
And I know it gets hard to breathe
But if we don't, there's no point in moving our feet
From side to side, from side to side
A beacon of light stands in front of us
We've only to demand that it's real
Though our bonds seem innocuous
Every moment is a life that they steal
Be brave, be firm and stand tall
And know that they fall
Banners and nations fall
To the knees of those bent down in worship, Golden
Constantly pushing on and out
Push out
These monuments fall, these monuments
I am not the counselor for throwing stones
Broken will for mortar
Gates wrought from severed bone
Pieces don't fit
There's no need for crowns
Pieces don't fit
There's no need for crowns
Pieces don't fit
Eyes wide, I'm awake
Awake