Starting Point (Growing Wings)
This is the sound of a budding romance
this is the sound of growing wings
There’s no one around with a back seat graveyard
breaking into my stoackade
This is the sound of hero’s start
this is the way we learn to cope
There’s no one around with a care to hurry
no one around to let her know
If there’s a better way here
then let it out
All the silence getting weird
so let it out
This is the sound of a fried up third rail
this is the sound of an empty hearst
This is the ground set to the wire
that makes the explosion reverse
This is the sound of an extinct effigy
this is the time we let it go
there’s no one around to tell us otherwise
No one to help clean the blow
If there’s a better way here
then let it out
All the silence up in here
can get you down
Time’s reasons
are nonsense at best
there’s a slight hint in my overture that this time
we can put it to rest
Be what I never could see
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