Cowboys Became Folk Heroes - The Birth Of A Broken Language lyrics

The gla** has shattered We watch as the shards hit the floor Ignoring open slices in our hands We sweep the crimson stained shards under the rug Filling the wounds with splinters in the process Blood poured forth that proves a pulse But that too we will sweep under the rug Tongues are bleeding through our silence and we all bite harder Do you care to cut a rug with me, before the rug cuts us all? Let's talk this out; you are not alone These arms are extended where arms should have been And there we lay Broken, bruised, and bleeding Ripped across the floor Silence slicing through As teeth cut through tongues of stone... And these nights I watched as you lay dying With these hands they tied so tight These scars they carved inside of you As columns crumbled and hearts collapsed (This house is haunted This roof is caving in.) ...And when I closed my eyes I still see it all (That house is still haunting me.) Every second, every word Screaming, crying, pleading But always said I'm silent Always said I'm secret (That house is still tearing me in two...) I would have given you my life But I couldn't give you words I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry These tongues bled where words should have been Hearts stood still where beats should have been Emptiness ached where arms should have been Hearts are failing where life and love should be at their strongest... Within the arms of one another