Stalins War Divide By Zero
If my heart fell into your arms, would you hold on
tightly or would you let it hit the ground? As these
tides swell, borne from horizons, they cast a speechless
glimmer upon these lips that make no sound. For all the
shots every day and every time I look away, to bleed the
past against the grain where bitter endings hap' to
stain, we burn our hours chasing shadows on paths that
cross and turn to dust. When all the numbers fall away,
divide by zero and the world stops turning. If your
glance fell into the dawn, describe it to me slowly; let
our hearts never touch the ground. You can't save me; I
can only save myself. All the right words don't mean a
thing right now.
