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Churches Under The Stairs - Brendan Canning

With the synth and sound

We might just believe

That we could do

All the things

In our minds

With exacto knives and bings

That will make you write

All the sounds

All men traded into worlds

Where we due to love

And defined

All the leaves

That we can speak about Well

You know

Where you like

That the cinder blocks

Are taking up our view

For a while

With the simple mathematics

Of our lives

And design

There's a head that

Pointed five degrees to the right;

Do you know

There will only be

So many of our kind

Give us some of the ghost notes oh

Give us some of the chosen oh

Give us some of the closing slots oh

Give us some of the falsest hope

We are lies

And go right down

Through the suction

On the great eye

And we climb;

Do you know the knee

Scrapes represent that we thought

Of design

It comes in

And rolls you

Out with thoughts of the world

Not in line;

Do you think

That they're imaginary hearts

It was right

To return to pieces

Of the circle where

We declined

I know military moments

Will believe us;

It's a sound

And a tick-tock to the world

That tells you how

You arrive;

Do you think that we are momentary

Give us some of the ghost notes oh

Give us some of the chosen oh

Give us some of the closing slots oh

Give us some of the falsest hope

This is where the like

The like rude choir comes in

Alright

It goes like this

'Cause we wanna love

Wanna sift through the

Creation time by night

With your thoughts;

You know I am just a literary fox

With a song

They come in like shells

And sink right through the world

And the rhyme

You know pieces of the poetry go out

For the cause;

Does it feel like somethings missing

Time to concede

For a while

Because all that's right is always;

That's what's wrong

In your mind

Are the churches right beneath

The stairs of your house

And the time

It's the tick-tock going out and weary