Echo and Dust (part I)

If I can feel you coming through all the static
Won’t you open up your hands
Fall into loose form

I’ve brought your echo along with me
Lucid I'm trailing behind
Familiar waves catch up with me now

Flesh and Earth be your holding cell
In time your stale rhythm will stall
Hands of space they pull you in line

Now we’re standing at the edge
Waiting for your sick release
New eyes are staring at your soul
Burning
If I can feel you coming through
All the static, won’t you open up your hands

Fall into loose form
Buried in a garden of sand

I can feel you coming through the static
Won’t you open up your hands

Fall into loose form
Falling

Now we’re standing at the edge
Waiting for your sick release
New eyes are staring at your soul
Reconcile with tongue and beasts

Floating heavy towards the Sun
Held up in a hollow sky
Floating heavy towards the Sun
Still can’t see the light

But I don’t wanna come back
I don’t wanna fall
No, I don’t wanna come back
Static hides it all

I searched forever for an answer, don’t you understand
Yet I'm still talking to myself and myself never ends
Caught me pleading for a meaning to your vicious plan
Yet I'm still talking to myself and myself never ends