When holes enter my bones I'll be alonenWondering if you're farnThe sounds the echo through crowds and over our townsnKnow just were you arennWe've got the fortune of a curious fewnWho want all the wantings but fell from the viewnWe're boarding up windows to keep out the nightnWith hands as our curtains we'll cover our eyes.nnsounds enter the grounds where we are foundnI will be alonenAs movement in the room catches up soonnI will be at homenWe've got the courage of a thousand drum marchnthat laughs at the readers who censor their heartsnOur words were so busy when we opened our thoughtsnTo geysers of visions that capture our faultsnnOh cut 'em free are you cutting them freenWhere do I get ideas for wreckin their spiritsnOh cut us free are you cutting us freenWhere do I get ideas for wreckin their spiritsnnAs holes enter my bones I'll be alonenAs sounds echo through crowds and shower our homesnWe've got the fortune of the curious fewnWho want all the wantings but fell from the viewnnWe're boarding up windows to keep out the nightnWith hands as our curtains we'll cover our eyesnnOh cut 'em free are you cutting them freenWhere do I get ideas for wreckin their spiritsnOh cut us free are you cutting us freenWhere do I get ideas for wreckin their spiritsnnOh cut 'em free are you cutting them freenWhere do I get ideas for wreckin their spiritsnOh cut us free are you cutting us freenWhere do I get ideas for wreckin their spiritsnnAs sounds echo through crowds and shower our homesn