Текст песни Careful Hands

Put your coat on, this city trembles.

Keep your chin up, as you untangle God

From cold blood and bruises.

We are X-rays of something broken.

Cursive bloodlines write every forecast:

An orchestration

Of dissonance and innocent surrender.

When our color dies,

We will bury the ashes of time,

And we will earn new eyes.

Wrists get tired rewriting futures.

Bodies beg us to be creatures of habit.

We are creatures of habit.

Only with careful hands

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Only with careful hands

We'll divide the prisoner

From the pioneer.

Clever beauty,

Umbrellas folding.

In architecture, our lines will measure

A map to find us.

Blue ink will guide us home.

Cranes are creeping, lifting metal,

We will find new ways to settle,

Tipping scales from the killer to it's prey

I can feel the weight around us,

Climbing every rib inside us,

A sanctuary in a lion's mouth.