Текст песни Almighty Thing - Able.

Last split ends
Euphoric bends
To grasp the surface
Only curbs the fun
Were lent
A cardinal sin
You think you're gonna
Bind their wings
I laugh

You try to hold them in
But you can't
Not like that

Boiling up
Ya muster nothing
Speak for us
Oh just say something
Then
No not like that

Morning rakes the window panes
A prism rains the bows across
The ceiling vent your short of breath
Poundin your head
She rounds out the bed you made
To build a better circle it'll take
Much more than grace

Talk of every sting
Alleved
A wasted word
Evaporated pain
On my name

Last split ends the window panes
Euphoric bends a prism rains
To grasp the surface short of breath
The ceiling vent above your head
The fun
The sin of every sting
You think you're gonna waste a wing
Oh speak for us almighty thing
A test of less
A passing grade

Call you to find vigor, past where the fallen sat
Pass me a long arm, right where the patterns at
We'll wait til the lines thicker
Born in the aftermath
Til they call that faith on
Oh would you pass at that?