Falling
Silence shadows empty houses
Distant whispers of God in my head, trying to intrude
In a rebirth, reality reveals a desolate intervision
Hang on, hang on
You're almost there
Hang on, hold on
You're slippin' through the cracks
Burn the bridges, make you hurt
Diary of unkind words, in your way home
Catch the rainfall in buckets of iron
Fill them, see if they leak
Hang on, hang on
You're almost there
Hang on, hold on
You're almost there
Sprinkle mice down in the bunker, in the bunker
What you have, you'll never hold again, so
What you have, you'll never hold again
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