The Blackout Pictures - The Hanged Man

Things, oh how they have changed
A cosmic shift in the brain
My jaw's a steel trap door
Mechanism making up words
To ease it
Wood of holly's backed by the sea
A city of saints they say
But we know better

An antidote for modern living
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The image
It's all I can see

You seem so familiar hanging there
Somehow stories that you can never get inside
Water on both sides
Causeways where we used to try

Fold it's pretty far to stay
I'd help you down
If I could

An antidote for modern living
The image is wrong repeat
The image
It's all I can see

Written by:
Lindsay Payton

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