[Intstrumental] [Verse] These broken bones are mending I heard the swallows call That end is this beginning Along that ancient ball of twine Its stitched into our skin And woven into our knowing [Verse] These old roads keep bending As I follow the bizarre My pockets lined with precious metals Carved into a burning star Its burning up in my palm They say it wont take long this time This go around this roll on through Are you still wild too [Instrumental] [Verse] With time comes a shifting Minds eye opens and consciousness drifts Along that fine line of sight What once was satin is that twine now wrapped tight Around our wrists and oer our lips And stitched into our skin And woven into our knowing
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