Hot Cross - Consonants Lyrics
Dancing crazed and forgotten; six halls one heart.One million ways to hold onto silhouttes. Ignored by tattered lips, broken calls.It's like you've run out on yourself.Split between death, good fortune and a staggering breath.A broken key for a faulty lock.A fevered pray for a dying flock.Like consonants without vowels.Jagged tongue wag, incessant stones passed- other hours merely forgotten.It is with a dream and a heart that we proceed.Not a thought to leave not another lifetime we need.And though we may look behind; this visions seductive glance, we will pick up our pride and loosen our impenetrable stance.