A shadow boxed the daylight on your behalf No introduction, no debt to claim Boys bloom like bruises and fade to a photograph And the world don't flinch, it's a steady flame And what's this sickness in the silences we keep? Why armor-plate a trembling hand? Is there a secret buried way too deep? A fault line in the promised land, between you and me, or is it Just the rhythm of the wreckage The rhythm of the wreckage They're leaning on the silence, a hollow bell A hunger with a hollow ring Their patience has developed its own shell And shattered everything And what's this sickness in the silences we keep? Why armor-plate a trembling hand? Is there a secret buried way too deep? A fault line in the promised land, between you and me, or is it Just the rhythm of the wreckage Just the echo in the wreckage You watch the color leave a cheekbone, sharp What poetry survives? If we could let our trenches grow a harp We could end these endless drives This has been your gospel, your only prayer But the hymn has lost its sound You'll need a truth, solid and bare When his "why" is the only ground 'Cause a shadow boxed the daylight on your behalf No introduction, no debt to claim Boys bloom like bruises and fade to a photograph And the world don't flinch, it's a steady flame And what's this sickness in the silences we keep? Why armor-plate a trembling hand? Is there a secret buried way too deep? A fault line in the promised land, between you and me, or is it Just the rhythm of the wreckage (Move to it) No dance moves to unlearn it, just the rhythm of the wreckage (Sway with it) Yeah (Let it in) Well, it's just the dust that settles (Breathe it in) Just the unraveled kernels (Swallow it) No dance moves, no new steps (Submit to it) Just the rhythm it kept (Surrender now) Just the rhythm it kept (Feel it now) (Give over) (Lean in) (Be still)