Constellations
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โฑ๏ธ 3:48 duration
๐ ID: 3828378
๐ Lyrics
I can feel it on my tongue
Brick and mortar, thick as scripture
Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
I babble on until my voice is gone
This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
Colored indigo and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
Like molars gnashing
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Looking for the faces
Looking for the shapes in the silence
All that's left for me to climb
To the heavens is the chasm of the night
And a matter of time, but I hear the rumble
As the tectonic plates start to shake
And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Clinging to the faces
Clinging to the shapes in the silence
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
And everything you thought you knew
Will fall apart, but you'll be all right
Brick and mortar, thick as scripture
Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
I babble on until my voice is gone
This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
Colored indigo and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
Like molars gnashing
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Looking for the faces
Looking for the shapes in the silence
All that's left for me to climb
To the heavens is the chasm of the night
And a matter of time, but I hear the rumble
As the tectonic plates start to shake
And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
'Cause like constellations a million years away
Every good intention, every good intention
Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
Clinging to the faces
Clinging to the shapes in the silence
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
And everything you thought you knew
Will fall apart, but you'll be all right
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:11.71] I can feel it on my tongue
[00:14.87] Brick and mortar, thick as scripture
[00:18.89] Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
[00:28.29] I babble on until my voice is gone
[00:34.39] This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
[00:40.12] Colored indigo and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
[00:47.33] But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
[00:53.18] Like molars gnashing
[00:57.15] 'Cause like constellations a million years away
[01:02.64] Every good intention, every good intention
[01:08.50] Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
[01:14.09] Looking for the faces
[01:16.73] Looking for the shapes in the silence
[01:21.82]
[01:31.08] All that's left for me to climb
[01:34.05] To the heavens is the chasm of the night
[01:38.52] And a matter of time, but I hear the rumble
[01:42.61] As the tectonic plates start to shake
[01:46.82] And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
[01:53.79] 'Cause like constellations a million years away
[01:59.37] Every good intention, every good intention
[02:05.15] Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
[02:10.54] Clinging to the faces
[02:13.22] Clinging to the shapes in the silence
[02:18.74]
[03:01.75] Like constellations imploding in the night
[03:06.90] Everything is turning, everything is turning
[03:12.98] The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
[03:18.06] And everything you thought you knew
[03:20.98] Will fall apart, but you'll be all right
[03:24.24]
[00:14.87] Brick and mortar, thick as scripture
[00:18.89] Drawing lines in the sand and laying borders as tall as towers
[00:28.29] I babble on until my voice is gone
[00:34.39] This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks
[00:40.12] Colored indigo and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar
[00:47.33] But the words fall flat like cymbals crashing
[00:53.18] Like molars gnashing
[00:57.15] 'Cause like constellations a million years away
[01:02.64] Every good intention, every good intention
[01:08.50] Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
[01:14.09] Looking for the faces
[01:16.73] Looking for the shapes in the silence
[01:21.82]
[01:31.08] All that's left for me to climb
[01:34.05] To the heavens is the chasm of the night
[01:38.52] And a matter of time, but I hear the rumble
[01:42.61] As the tectonic plates start to shake
[01:46.82] And I feel my blood pounding like the beat of a drum
[01:53.79] 'Cause like constellations a million years away
[01:59.37] Every good intention, every good intention
[02:05.15] Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array
[02:10.54] Clinging to the faces
[02:13.22] Clinging to the shapes in the silence
[02:18.74]
[03:01.75] Like constellations imploding in the night
[03:06.90] Everything is turning, everything is turning
[03:12.98] The shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light
[03:18.06] And everything you thought you knew
[03:20.98] Will fall apart, but you'll be all right
[03:24.24]