| [00:32.00] |
Water broken voice,saturates a microphone |
| [00:41.00] |
Into a receiver with no tongue |
| [00:45.00] |
Offering little to what it knows |
| [00:51.00] |
Then a silence so heavy,broken hearts fall from throats |
| [00:58.00] |
When heaven is remembered but never seen |
| [01:02.00] |
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes |
| [01:08.00] |
Eternally the sun has set to mourning |
| [01:14.00] |
And contoured are the backgrounds |
| [01:19.00] |
On the canvas to which our lives are painted |
| [01:31.00] |
Water broken voice,saturates a microphone |
| [01:40.00] |
Into a receiver with no tongue |
| [01:44.00] |
Offering little to what it knows |
| [01:49.00] |
Then a silence so heavy,broken hearts fall from throats |
| [01:57.00] |
When heaven is remembered but never seen |
| [02:02.00] |
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes |
| [02:07.00] |
Eternally the sun has set to mourning |
| [02:12.00] |
And contoured are the backgrounds |
| [02:17.00] |
On the canvas to which our lives are painted |
| [02:34.00] |
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes |
| [02:38.00] |
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes |
| [02:41.00] |
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes |
| [02:47.00] |
Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes |
