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sirens can’t see us here

our legs our lives

dangling off the canyon rim

we sit here at the summit

not knowing where the bruises will bloom when we skydive…

must have left my parachute in your arms for safekeeping

we sit here at the summit

not knowing what colors the pain will paint us this time

we sing from the same song but once it’s over

we have nowhere to run

we get lost in the aftermath

it’s a maze with no beginning

it is not your jokes that make me laugh

but the way they pound my head

even when you’re not here 

it is not your tears that make me cry

but the whisper of their memory

this love has never crashed with no comeback

or longed to be something else

this love has never roared

or broken on us like a wave

this love sings like a canyon

and we don’t fall until the beat comes back

this love sings like a canyon

and it’s the echo that drives us mad