All the Sundered Things - Tow'rs

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