Chapter Thirteen: The Hero Appears Testo

The well went dry, the blood thinned out

I scraped through a thousand layers of paint like years

The secret's in, congested grins sigh

I'm trying to find places to breathe now


If this were a book I'd call this song the final chapter

If you read it, you'd be laughing

If it could end right now

The last lines would be...



My body jolted in and out of stolen soundwaves

The world expands or shrinks on any given Monday...

Tuesday evening dyes a room blue

Friday's window has its own view


If this were a book I'd call this song the final chapter

If you read it, you'd be laughing

If it could end right now

The last lines would be...

Good friend, how loud do you want life to shout her answers in your ear?



Streetlights are streaming by on stiff necks

Connected blurs brand the design of things

Keep on counting then or maybe hold your breath

I'm trying to exhale you softly...

Don't be so vain, I'm not impressed in past tense

I don't do impressions

The blood has dried

Good friend, how loud do...

Now I can wash my hands with tears you cried

You want life to scream her...

If you could frame this feeling

Good friend, how loud do...

At night it would whisper to me:

You want life to shout her...

Good friend, how loud do you want life to shout her answers in your ear? (x2)