I am neverknown experience writes my secret ghost, The one sitting closed like a book inside my shelf, You've traced twisting thirsty roots from all our fault lines, These thoughts still waters have neverknown... The promises to myself I've broken... Strange characters lie at my feet... These jagged failures unlearn my lessons... Like life inside this nest of swords The echo scene, that polished lie, an easy smile sincerest "hi" A version in the light, a simple shape— a vein of color— just a man You can hear my echo man, echo man, oh oh oh (echo co) oh oh oh (echo co) I keep a memory; what else do I put on? A mask a vest a gun ...time to roll off... Who knows the story what was left behind, Or just the parts that I wrote down? The earth shakes feelings through my bones, thunder tunes the flood No skies can rush The echo seen that honest truth, uneasy smiles of wasted youth A version in the dark, those simple shapes— a vein of color— just a man I never knew, can you hear my echo man, echo man... Oh, these truths I can keep, But the secrets I've broken These characters let go, These characters echo... The earth rings through tectonic stones, Thunder moves the blood All wise men rust— The public vein, directors cut; The words I wore, The worlds let go, Worlds echo... I polished the stone until I dropped, A skin unknown but for the faultlines. A stranger's face I wore— I am the only one who sees this moment, And what I know a view no one owns. The earth shakes feelings without homes Thunder echoes in drums, All brave men lose... Oh these lies I could keep— But the promises I've broken These characters characters, characters, characters, characters... oh oh oh oh Thunder echoed from across the road, All strong men break. These characters let go, These characters let go, These characters echo... oh oh oh echo co oh oh oh echo co That stone I've learned to name, By any cost that's truly known, By any price that's ever known, By any charge that we could grow to let go of: That echo scene that polished life, Conflicted brows, Most dearest lows, The version no one knows— Left in impressions of places; Bleeding colors... You can hear his echo man, echo man... oh oh oh echo co, oh oh oh echo co, do you hear the echo, man? echo of man. oh oh oh echo co, oh oh oh echo co... [End]
