Lyrics Rattle - Eleventyseven

I wish I'd have known as much
Not to take each touch from the giver
You're spreading my spark too thin
Now I want back into the river

No father to bless the exorcism
No mother to run to
And nobody but us to beg for another
Pillow to smother all we knew

The promise of sun somewhere in Seattle
The softness of battles that we lost in song
A state of the art, palm over a candle
Chains you can rattle when your voice is gone

It's getting hard to miss
How you treat my gifts like an illness
Why does my blood still race at a break neck pace
When it still can't face this stillness?

No father to bless the exorcism
No mother to run to
And nobody but us to beg for another
Pillow to smother all we knew

The promise of sun somewhere in Seattle
The softness of battles that we lost in song
A state of the art, palm over a candle
Chains you can rattle when your voice is gone
Chains you can rattle when your voice is gone

There is a younger edition of me staring out at an ocean
Who can't be free till it swallows him whole
I can hear him scream in the quiet places
Between my dreams when I can't find a place to belong
When I can't find a place to belong

The promise of sun somewhere in Seattle
The softness of battles that we lost in song
A state of the art, palm over a candle
Chains you can rattle when your voice is gone
Chains you can rattle when your voice is gone
Chains you can rattle when your voice is gone