by and by the shores are realigned, and all your labels wrinkled into time, and you won't live to see the end of this or any other form of loneliness. one by one the wheels are rearranged, you loosen the hand that holds you to the reins, and you don't see it doing any harm, lifting all the burden from your arm, leeching all the boredom from your arm.
but as the sum of my parts, as the sum of my parts, i am one with the hand that pulls me apart...
coins change to crown corks in your purse. and the church key to unlock your holy thirst. and you don't see it doing any harm. well the serpent looks so pretty when it's charmed. well the serpent looks so empty when it's charmed. now preening through the feathers you never earned. the torn and faded letters you ought to burn: could there ever be a formula for this, to lead you through the value of a kiss. or any other form of loneliness... and if you could ever hold a vision like a gun, you'd cry beware the war will surely come. but not by any uniform be won. no not by any uniform be won.
but as the sum of my parts, as the sum of my parts, i am one with the hand that pulls me apart... and when my mind goes blank, when my mind goes blank, i'll still know in my heart i had you to thank.
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