Test Silence and John Glass - The Way, the Truth, and the Hyde

Hello, Mister Glass
This is the last track
It's another recording
There's no going back
I would really love it if we could scratch that
I'm a little self-conscious about what I lack
If only I could find a way to phrase it all
But my words are falling out like nonsensical bombs
Had a moments glory
Felt the spirit move
I was sure that I could hear it from the living room
Doubled down on the ground
Lungs underneath
And the window's turned into a slot machine
Wish I could successfully recover the fall
But my body's just a vessel for nonsensical songs

Written by:
John Hamilton, Matthew Tarr

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