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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Satellites In Fists |
| Album: | Evanesce | Genres: | Rock |
| Year: | | Length: | 281 sec |
Lyrics:
When it falls apart You'll never be the same You'll never see yourself again When you find your way Your way'll be too late Too late to pull together Stop to question satellites Lost in these vast expanses of space Place head in fists, finding more than we asked for When it falls apart You'll never be the same You'll never see yourself again When you find your way Your way'll be too late Too late to pull together Misconception: reflected glance into what we should have known It was right there, if you could have just flown by unnoticed, unchallenged We would still have careless wonder in . . This is me hanging from a nail Missing broken frame Face caught on burnt edges Tear the clouds, bring the rain
This is me hanging from a nail Missing broken frame Face caught on burnt edges Tear the clouds, bring the rain Tear the clouds bring on the rain Watching faces fall everyday Letting it wash them down These sidewalks twist and tremble Under new found failures Swirls of red and gray, thoughts of home We never thought too little, just not enough So, now back to present found at the tops Of the rock-walls where the spires climb so tall The wheat field's growing This is me hanging from a nail Missing broken frame Face caught on burnt edges Tear the clouds, bring the rain
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