Hot Cross Between Minutes and Miles Letras:
I've learned these years in pulses and rhythms
etched into stone by leaving my heart in too many
shells before really setting into my own. Take it
away. And now I'm going through motions but not
moving on, and I'm expecting irony to linger long
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after humor has gone, And what's left to feel when
time tells tall tales of what may have could have
never was, Solutions, Solutions always few and far
between. Yet just ahead, left for dead, turned
aside and abandoned to reality instead. And so
we're aimless caught behind and left without, its
worse than morbid and less than funny the way it's
turned out.
Letras: Between Minutes and Miles Hot Cross [final]