Fractured

Months like these In the bitter cold When hell freezes over We'll set in the snow When I think About the cans We kicked down the road The soles of our shoes Reveal all their holes Times of peace In the stories we're told But there's a A deeper crease In the stone In the stone, a path Worn by mental Letters in bold I can't let go of these braids Or these braids or this rope I pay the devil his due With my thoughts on the loose But we'll always, always be fractured I pay the devil his due With my thoughts on the loose Until we change, change what we're after Lines in the sand Speckled with roses The straighter the line More stains on the clothes Turned it off by myself At least fifty-fold Somehow I just can't take My palms off the stove We don't connect like lines should resolve Galaxies never die, never die, they implode The rust in the hull Is the rust in the boat It kills off itself The faster it grows I pay the devil his due With my thoughts on the loose But we'll always, always be fractured I pay the devil his due With my thoughts on the loose Until we change, change what we're after I pay the devil his due With my thoughts on the loose But we'll always, always be fractured I pay the devil his due With my thoughts on the loose Until we change, change what we're after