Like a child could have the trigger And the best man neednt fall To understand that heaven Could be any place at all Just five colours set in motion And I try again to place it And it features are obscure Everytime I turn to face it But I still chase it Oh its twists are cruel and hopeless Like neglet has worn it thin And it could rip the sky wide open And let the rain come tumbling And we wait on every whisper Like it makes us more alive Theres a sense we didnt have And I feel it in the other five See the pity and the pride In the same sea of emotion Cut my hands and touch the tide And expect to feel the ocean Its just a notion And the knife has got my number And the number that you keep And the knife is called division And its drawn when Im asleep Oh its twists are cruel and hopeless Like neglet has worn it thin And it could rip the sky wide open And let the rain come tumbling Written by Roddy Frame
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