Tiny Moving Parts Wishbone Lyrics

Mile mark fifty-three, I feel empty

Windmills circle as the air breathes

Past the Dakota line, I feel empty

Like a boarded-up cabin, abandoned and decaying away

There’s no warmth in the tundra

There’s no hope in a heart that doesn’t beat

I know that we’re better off freezing

There’s no hope in a heart that doesn’t beat

Flipping steadily, I feel nothing

I can’t tell if this is a dream

Fast beams of light, striking against my mind

Flickering moments flood as I’m fading away

There’s no warmth in the tundra

There’s no hope in a heart that doesn’t beat

I know that we’re better off freezing

There’s no hope in a heart that doesn’t beat

All waterfalls can’t create

The same flash that they once had

Shattered wishbone lays upon the bay

I am sorry I pulled it too late

Mile mark fifty-three, I feel empty

Mile mark fifty-three, I feel empty

Brain cells swell, may your brain cells swell

May your brain cells swell with love, love, love