Lyrics: Badly, I Move.

For a minute I hoped you would stay longer

I weakened these walls from something much stronger

But I'm no creator, I do not know why

I was given these hands, because they have been no,

good to me like a paper back door 

Or a myth that needs proving from that mind of yours

Sense that I never know how speak right

Or commit to a tongue that anyone can 

Understand that deeper shade of blue

It's hardly gonna be that way with you

A backlaid thought is ill-advised

Here's to hope that we're still alive

The greatless and kindness of him.

Clearly I'm able, I'm better than able

I shouldn't take s**t from that temple's table

Marble legs and cold white eyes

I bet he's a creator, a judas, a dictator well,

Time's up for the beginning at least

Badly I move from the bow to the beast

Yeah I'm OK for now with what I've been handed 

Some profound sense at all, to keep me standing

On the land between the ocean and the crack

We'll you've left for good, so why should I come back?

I was softly spoken once before

That was when I manned the cathedral doors

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Today I demand that your home be brought closer

Unpack the suitcase from your heart

I'll take down all of my posters

As badly, I move back to the start

Author's Note

There's music lending hand to this.