Out of Range

Lyrics

[Intro: Jesse Lacey] Hide in a stork's mouth Sleep 'til it's dark out All dressed up, holding your receipts for the numbers that you picked You, in a box, full of your mistakes, and a leaden crucifix [Verse 1: Vincent Accardi] If hearts were all made like they were balls of yarn Well, they've all got their strings that get tugged on real hard Some are different lengths, some would be stronger than others And some would be the colors of your mothers' and fathers' [Verse 2: Vincent Accardi, with Jesse Lacey] Do old structures stand the same as any older man: A place where something used to live, but in the end just turns cold? Am I your torn up, tattered, worn out piece of fabric, not suitable to stitch up a rip? 'Cause I'd like to be tightly braided, gold and silver bracelets The type you'd like to wear around your wrist [Chorus: Jesse Lacey] As we're made We start to break As we're made We start to break As we're made [Outro: Vincent Accardi, Jesse Lacey] And in the places you go, you'll find these people you know (We start to break) All sowing patterns into clothing that you've called your own (As we're made) And in these smaller designs, there's something larger you might find (We start to break) That people's hands have worked together to make up the parts of you (As we're made)