Grandmother Variations Songtext
von Mojave Phone Booth

Do you have to know hopelessness
To understand rescue
Do you have to hold hopelessness
To ever really be aware
You′d have to be broken
You have to be broken
Just to keep on going
So break like the rest of us
And don't pretend
It′s better to function
As they intend
So crash into comfortable pieces
Sleep low in the wreckage
They in rush in with lights to see you
Painting the lines
So break like the rest of us
And pick up the pieces
And hollow the numbers 'Til both hands are bleeding
You have to keep it going
To keep it all from showing
So crack into questionable pieces
And force too many words to fit
Where they don't belong
Now that you′re gone
(Now that you′re gone)
I follow the numbers
(I follow the numbers)
Now that you're gone
(Now that you′re gone)
I hollow the numbers
(I hollow the numbers)
Now that you're gone
I send down the sequence
Now that you′re gone
I dial the numbers


Now that you're gone
(Now that you′re gone)
I send down the sequence
(I follow the numbers)
Now that you're gone
(Now that you're gone)
I dial the numbers
(I hollow the numbers)