Out Of Sync

Out Of Sync - Lewis

Took a hammer to all things

Looking for that still small voice inside

Now there's pieces more than sand

And all that we've done is added to the noise

Progress has left ghosts of our bones

We aimlessly walk

The writing on the wall is useless

We hold mirrors to what suits us

Opinions abound

With deafening sound shut up

You speak riddles

Try to stitch the tongues back in

Once they're loosened

Left to sing to ourselves

Thistles and thorns I'm cut off

Choked from the world

We understand little now

Progress has left ghosts of our bones

We aimlessly walk

You're cut up

But you can find no endings

Reasons lead you to beginnings

Through chattering rooms like a perfume

Your voice

I speak riddles