*BURP* Ref: I know you know, I've seen you know my heart I know you know, I've seen you know my heart You're blind, and you're deaf too, aren't you You're blind, and you're deaf too, aren't you aren't you aren't you I've seen you know, I know you know my heart I've seen you know, I know you know my heart You're blind, and you're deaf too, aren't you You're blind, and you're deaf too, aren't you Aren't you Aren't you
There's people that we know, and there's places and there's seldomly things we must replace There's hollowness and there's Sundays and there's hope every weekend we make it We find truth in all of our losses and we build from we cannot possibly bare to see To see To see
Ref.
There's people, you said, there's sentences and there's eloquence after death There's beauty in every inconsequence But if you don't notice it, it will wipe you clean, spread you like butter 'cross the sheets Hand you down everything, I'll hand you down everything Feeling like emptiness as it braces you for the aftermath of this, of this, of this