Satellites in Fists (Lyrics)

When it falls apart You'll never be the same You'll never see yourself again When you find your way Your way'll be too late Too late to pull together Stop to question Satellites lost in Vast expansions of space Place it in fists Finding more than We asked for When it falls apart You'll never be the same You'll never see yourself again When you find your way Your way'll be too late Too late to pull together "Misconceptions" Reflective glance into what We should have known "It was right there" If you could have just flown by unnoticed, unchallenged, We would still have careless wonder left {in our eyes} This is me Hanging from A nail, missing the broken frame Bridges collapse Burnt edges Tear the clouds Bring the rain [x2] Tear the clouds, Bring on the rain watching faces Fall everyday letting it wash them Down These sidewalks twist and tremble Under new found failures Swirls of red and gray Mixtures of the {brick inlay} We never thought too little, just not enough So now back to present found at the tops Of the rock walls where the spires Climb so tall, the wheat fields growing... This is me Hanging from A nail, missing the broken frame Bridges collapse Burnt edges Tear the clouds Bring the rain