The Divide by Social Station

I approach the sun divide by one
I pick the lock and enter my home
I walk the sands I’m not alone
I can’t give up just pick up the phone
I stretch out my arms like piles of stone
I carry the weight but I never know
I breathe the air into my lungs
It’s all too much too much at once
I hear the sounds it never enough
I’m out of reach I’m out of touch
I stretch out my arms like piles of stone
I carry the weight but I never know
The Sun The Air the time has come
For all of us one by one
The undertow has taken its toll
I wonderful decent we fall
I stretch out my arms like piles of stone
I carry the weight but I never know
The Sun The Air the time has come
For all of us one by one
And times are tough as far as I know
There is more to us than what is sold

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