A hundred angles lost
Fleeing from the beat and the pulse.
Laughing like a fool
Playing for the heart and the soul.
Capture something read,
Paste it to the edge of your bed.
Someone will be there,
Someone who will know what it says.
Feel it break, nothing’s a mistake.
Feel it break.
Elevate your fingers,
Motion makes it hard to write.
Still words are abrasive,
Yours are making me feel right.
Feel it break, nothing’s a mistake.
Feel it break.