Somewhere there's speaking
It's already coming in
Oh and it's rising at
the back of your mind
You never could get it
Unless you were fed it
Now
you're here and you don't know why
But under skinned knees and the skid
marks
Past the places where you used to learn
You howl and
listen
Listen and wait for the
Echoes of angels who won't
return
Chorus
He's
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