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
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