Explosion, The
The Crashes
(Don't pretend to know my name)
We live on the last of the landscape
We live on the cracks in the pavement
We live on the inside out
We live on the out of tune
We live on the breath of the breathless
We live on the grace of the graceless
We live on the grace of the grace of the spaces between all the places we exist
From Letras Mania