Testo: Hot Cross. Finger Redux.

Sifting through 3 years
8 months and a handful of dust like shadows
falling through a matrix of "wish I hads"
And it's much harder to see how much space was taken
when your chest pounds with the footsteps of those you've forsaken
its a shame isn't it
The way these hours spin out of control
and how the tighter your grip on the why
and the how insures a faster demise to a here and a now

There's no strength in numbers is the one thing I've found
and you can't trust your balance
until you've walked with your feet on the ground