The Belonging Songtext
von Chris Connelly

With the crystal no longer in play
Frigid vapor then fading away
Condensation from gasping
To cumulus
Dissipate vapor, dissipate sound
Relentlessly bound to a team
The belonging must wrestle
The gull view
Trap winglet fingers again
Motion through fingers again
The cyclist uphill approach
Approaching the vapor
Skin ripples reciting the nipple
Like caves on winter hill


The belonging is moving
The belonging to each other
Each other to belong
This might be the darkest
But the sight is enclosed
While fingers unrested
The motion of tone
If it′s down to belonging
Then it fits like a glove
Bring back to extremities
As they grow back to be alive
But the bees are bewildered
As the honey sweeps back into the hive


With the bees in their crosshairs
Displace the belonging snakes
Scalped through this winterland place
For breathing abstain
As the floor slips away
The shimmer sounds sneak in the air
Surrounding the hill
As the limbs spring to life
That worthless incredulousness
Trapped through icon
Belong to the stars
But you can't navigate through
The vision dictated by the dead space of error
Cumulus burrowing in the back of your throat
Retreaming your sightless uphill approach
Try to expand
I′m sure you can do it without hands
We belong to the stars
We belong to this room
As the limbs spring to life
They've never been so still