Faces Songtext
von Dappled Cities Fly

I am dead, you are sad
It′s exactly how these pieces can collide
And so I am glad that cool willingness
And comfort are now wild

This water's cold, though so untold
It stirs a million perfect particles of sand
Slip through your hand now
Their bodies where they′re more inclined to land

Is this my kind of living?
Is this my kind of land?
I am sitting on a grand gesture
Made of something skewed and underhand

And you claim that I will never be made of man


I will rise with the sound of birds
Following this miracle of mine
They're the kind that would flay about
With chests pushed out in pride

And they would sing
La la la, la la la la la, la la
And they would laugh
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha

Is this my kind of living?
Is this my kind of land?
I am sitting on a grand gesture
Made of something skewed and underhand

And you claim that I will never be made of man
So true when the enemy's made of man
So great that I will never be made of man