Testo Tangle

Like a shot fired from above
A hurricane just cleared the air
Sent waters crashing at the bridge

Terror kept us shaking, but it was something to behold
Standing at the gash there in the road
It was a perfect place
It was meant for me It was magic, but I knew it couldn't last

This feeling's familiar, but it's colder than before
Sleeping in the hills above our home
Was it always this way?
Was it choice or fate?
Was it motion that was keeping us alive?

The breath between us
One thousand voices
Our tangled branches
Blanched in thе sun
The slow smothering of a fire
Onе limb against another
One's a louse, one's a waste Quiet, crushed, invalid
Cheeks flushed, tempers brim
I'd go on if I could only see your face
Begin to lift
Begin to breathe