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The Walk (Gazpacho)

Heres the map of the land Pour it through your old hand Give me more sand, more sand Help is here within the snake Home is here while youre awake The end is near its dancing in the sand and then youll be mosaic Help is near we made a plan Move your feet through no mans land If I know therell be no back home to be had In the bitterness of truth Where the curve of the horizon Feels like walking through a masterpiece Of evening blue in unread books And I fall but I can stand up Which right do I have to believe you Leave the wreck in the sun Its on your head Into beyond In the bitterness of you And the bird is so golden Feel like walking through a starry night The sky is bright and burning And I fall but I still manage Which right do I have to deceive you Leave the wreck in the sun Its on your head Into beyond Close your eyes its all around you And now the wires are all too tight Ive fallen look around you Im the lore you learned today I took a turn in my way And I shook the tide The plane is but a spec And Prevot has a gun One bullet two men The sky is white Feels like a magic carpet Come fly a dying man His shoulders are like ice capped Mountains in the sand Curve of the horizon is feminine so then The eyes do not see anymore Close your eyes its all around you The heats a blanket of decay Spirits dancing all around you Dusty coral hazy grey Im the one to survive this Soul is curled up tide The plane is but a spec And Prevot has a gun One bullet two men The sky is white Feels like a magic carpet A wish for a dying man His shoulders are like ice capped Mountains in the sand Curve of the horizon is primitive man So we do not speak anymore Close your eyes now Its all around you And you feel the wires are all too tight If I know therell be no back home Beyond, beyond into unknown Pour it through your hand Heres the map of the land The horizon... And the bird is so golden Fells like a magic carpet Come fly a dying man The long haul back In no direction And no one knows were ok And the curve of the horizon A masterpiece Survival on adrenaline its over soon Doesnt everyone have their own walk to walk