All The Sundered Things

Tow'rs

Compositor: Kyle Paul Miller

You are a petal falling from a rose
When we talk I like it in prose
'Cause all my words are just tumbleweeds
Years and years of centered gravity
Essential existential anxiety
I think my friends still worry about me

But I can't get my arms wide enough
No, I can't get my arms wide enough

There's a lump in my throat of words
Held it down and swallow the past hurt
But they've crawled their way back out
And said goodbye to the sad, sad songs
In an effort to move on
And re-experienced my experience

Now I can't get my arms wide enough
Oh, I can't get my arms wide enough
Yeah, I can't get my arms wide enough
Yeah, I can't get my arms wide enough

Love
Has it lasted in my notion of love
As I lasted in my notion of love
As I lost it in my notion of love
To recall you all the sundered things, love
Has it lasted in my notion of love
As I lasted in my notion of love
As I lost it in my notion of love
To recall you all the sundered things

Now I can't get my arms wide enough
Oh, I can't get my arms wide enough