Breaking Bones - Kyte

Sometimes the smoke

Is alive with control

And the poison on the conversation turns  our roles

Awake with the hope

Of a new day new ropes

But the language takes no prisoners or hearts

Of their own
And now

I fold

This home

To make believe the ways to be alone
I thought this with my eyes closed

Soon enough
I'll be towering high

We came straight from the nightlife

No sentiment
Once we learn how to spy

Breaking your mold

It's the curse of the cold

Where the shadows meet the history

It blurs to unknown

Sinking through soil

To the six foot reserve

Hold your breath before the windows fill
With faces from the old
And now

I fold

This home

To make believe the ways to be alone
I thought this with my eyes closed

Soon enough
I'll be towering high

We came straight from the nightlife

No sentiment
Once we learn how to spy

I thought this with my eyes closed

Soon enough
I'll be towering high

We came straight from the nightlife

No sentiment
Once we learn how to spy