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Mountain ranges
Morning red bathed ridges
Stab up at the trembling blue horizon
Grey slides lazily off rooftops
Lands on the Incandescnent ground and dies
A flock of little men touch down on the thin surface of the porchlight
dawns footsoldiers return
To match twilight across our faces
Skylights ignite and explode
Scattering shards of april around the room
No one even lives here
We're too busy crashing our cars every morning at the same house
Paving the same roads
Unwilling to walk them
And even when we extend ourselves, its only to be included
In a moment that stands still
so often we don't struggle to improve conditions
We struggle for the right to say "we improve conditions"
And so often we form communities
Only to use them as exclusionary devices
we forget that somewhere a man is beside himself with grief
we forget that somewhere peope are calling out for teachers
and no one is answering
Somwhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his nose
against the door
And somewhere these people are keeping records
And writing a book
For now we can call it "The Book About the Basic Flaw"
Or "The Book About the Letter "A"
Or "Any Title That a Book About a Man That No One Cares About Might Have"
And as we turn the pages we call out the sounds
of a vanishing alphabet
Standing here waiting


Mirror lyrics:

Standing here waiting
of a vanishing alphabet
And as we turn the pages we call out the sounds
Or "Any Title That a Book About a Man That No One Cares About Might Have"
Or "The Book About the Letter "A"
For now we can call it "The Book About the Basic Flaw"
And writing a book
And somewhere these people are keeping records
against the door
Somwhere a man stands, walks across the room, and breaks his nose
and no one is answering
we forget that somewhere peope are calling out for teachers
we forget that somewhere a man is beside himself with grief
Only to use them as exclusionary devices
And so often we form communities
We struggle for the right to say "we improve conditions"
so often we don't struggle to improve conditions
In a moment that stands still
And even when we extend ourselves, its only to be included
Unwilling to walk them
Paving the same roads
We're too busy crashing our cars every morning at the same house
No one even lives here
Scattering shards of april around the room
Skylights ignite and explode
To match twilight across our faces
dawns footsoldiers return
A flock of little men touch down on the thin surface of the porchlight
Lands on the Incandescnent ground and dies
Grey slides lazily off rooftops
Stab up at the trembling blue horizon
Morning red bathed ridges
Mountain ranges


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