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Silverchair Young Modern

Underneath the shelf Cracks appear in thick enamel In this lapse excuse for wasting time I wait for signals shooting stars I'd scrape through every branch

Have you ever been lost floating on the ground? Like a fading frost, you?ve fallen asleep Next to your bed and you feel so low Oh, they?ve stolen your

I heard a hole in the silence I saw a crack in the plan but I got lazy ways You're not a private detective take off your telephone shoes My thoughts going

In the sun we are found To be reflections of a sound I know it?s been far too long In stormy weather My arrested hope won?t choke forever Like a memory

Breathing from a hole in my lung I had no one but faces in front of me Racing through the void in my head To find traces of a good luck academy Sparks

Those thieving birds Hang strung from an empty nest This swan plagued pond Forsaken and under whelmed Those leaving words Hang strong from an emptiness

Stalled at young modern station Arthritic conversation Life has a dead line lately Allergic and in the news The clocks are ticking timeless Dead Dali

Underneath the shelf cracks appear in thick enamel In this laps excuse for wasting time I wait for signals shooting stars I?d scrape through every branch

If you keep losing sleep over other lovers If you keep losing me you?re gonna be bored If you?re up chimney sweep under rubble covers If you keep counting