Slipping on through the sensors. . Tripping over rails and fences. . Slipping on through the sensors. . Maid of the mist in the abyss. . Superheroes fighting crime with love.
Let the music wait. You don't need it anymore. There's nothing more to say. . It's not etched in gold or set in stone. It's not written in the stars. It's spelled in bones.
There's a light beyond the the sticks and stones. Past the piles of broken bones. It could melt a frozen heart. If it needs to be so. . It's the place to cut the weeds and wires.
If I broke my jaw for you I'd find a bloody tooth and rip it out. Throw it in the water where it'd float until the river let it out. Out across the flood plane it would float until it reached the open sea.