10.45 Amsterdam Conversations

Water broken voice, saturates a microphone
 Into a receiver with no tongue
 Offering, little to what it knows
 Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats
 When heaven is remembered but never seen
 Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
 Eternally, the sun has set to mourning
 And contoured are the backgrounds
 On the canvas to which our lives are painted
 Water broken voice, saturates a microphone
 Into a receiver with no tongue
 Offering, little to what it knows
 Then a silence so heavy, broken hearts fall from throats
 When heaven is remembered but never seen
 Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
 Eternally, the sun has set to mourning
 And contoured are the backgrounds
 On the canvas to which our lives are painted
 Water broken voice
 Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
 Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
 Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
 Through hearts shaped like kaleidoscopes
 Kaleidoscopes
 Kaleidoscopes
 Kaleidoscopes