To give yourself a little bit of hope's a lie,
You said, "We're just spinning where we stand."
And if you cling to tokens for your life you find
You wind up with imaginary men.
To the other side of another room in pieces
The telescopic pull of what you know's a lie,
It's broken down a hundred thousand times.
The parts collapse in caving they're inside the atmosphere,
We're carving out our names into the air
You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed
A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun
Beats the tar out of the road you are on until it's won you.
And as for all your suffering, you won't escape
The sting until you're buried in the ground
The beauty that you breathe into the air won't clear your name
You have been sinning since the day you came around
You are a runner, the steady balance as you're gaining in speed
A photograph to scale the thrashing of your feet
And it won't be over until the big, backhand of the sun
Beats the tar out of the road you are on until it's won you.
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