"Maybe that's it, [...] [w]ith what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."[...] "Maybe [...] what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking."
"Maybe that's it, [...] [w]ith what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn't that we're supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we're the pieces."[...] "Maybe [...] what we're supposed to do is come together. That's how we stop the breaking."
"My pride shut me up, my hurt shut me down, and together they ganged up on my hope and let her get away."
"...because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you're doing pretty alright in life."
"The way you're singing in your sleepThe way you look before you leapThe strange illusions that you keepYou don't knowBut I'm noticingThe way your touch turns into arcsThe way you slide into the darkThe beating of my open heartYou don't knowBut I'm noticing"