Penelope Graves
Dirt Poor Robins
6:17She's restricted Obligations require she bury the feelings the state has retired Such a scheme to prevent her awakening She's constricted by circuits and wires That choke out the notions, the snake, or the liar There's too much smoke in the air for her lungs to inspire Now she's holding the breath that could put out the fire Was it nothing? Was it love, was it love? Less than something Or everything she'd hoped for all at once? He's a joker It's hard to believe, that he'd ever considered such a serious thing But the last of the fools is the first one to humble the king For when the fire dies it's the blind man who sees If it's nothing Or is love, was it love? Less than something Or everything he'd hoped for all at once? Betrayed, we were prided, subdivided Blockades we were hiding under 'cause we're Afraid to hope that we could ever find our Twin flame, somebody forever on the (earth) Earthquakes, bodies start to shutter from the High stakes, just a pool of thunder as we Awake and run to save each other from the Heartbreak of nobody forever Was it love? Is it love? (Oh) Is it love? (Oh) is it love? (Oh) Is it love? (Oh) is it love? (Oh) Is it everything we'd hoped for all at once? Everything we'd hoped for all at once