BROTHERS&SISTERS

for the years to come and for the miles that
could separate our hearts someday
I don't want chance to be blamed for everything
for the vowels missing and for february 13th
I still remember myself hiding
there's something else that flows between us
and it's still here.

give me your hands, both of them
you know what I have to say
but my breath is shorter than yesterday
and it's raining lead into my head.

for the years to come and for the place
that's hosted our souls so far
I don't want numbers and ideas to frighten you
for the ones who don't believe
that planets don't meet only once
there's something else that wakes me
it's my own silence.

give me your hands, both of them
you know what I have to say
but my breath is shorter than yesterday
and it's raining lead into my head.