Echo Tongues - Time and Space

The hand is the cadence before I speak
I strike between each memory
I bend myself before my speech
My charisma is useless feats
I bend it out
I don't fret about
A worthless sound
I'll be around
Making my life a disguise from itself
I'm not Nostradamus, I barely am Faust
Roofs on my ceilings, the glass to break out
The storm is above me and I can't sleep now
I bend it out
I don't fret about
A worthless sound
I'll be around
I'll be around

Written by:
Gary Wilson

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