Falling Open - текст песни
Falling Open
I see
What isn't there and what might be:
All the pages falling open.
Out of my grasp
The future floods my fingers:
The blood that binds the bone
For us a given, unforgiving known.
All I've known unknowing
Although I'm stumbling onward on the words
The script is always clasped
Within my hand, encrypted.
Now I see...
A loosening grip,
A palm asweat from clenching...
The binding's ripped, leaves fluttering to the floor.
The book slips through my fingers,
All the pages falling open.
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