we're hiking deep water.
we're all covered up.
screaming hearts out.
face down in the rough.
plant the right hooks & wait for them to blossom.
preparing the way the fall we'll try to soften.

it's just the route i took.
why don't you take a look.
read the open book.
your heart is being shook.

i pull back the whispers.
but the windows a fall.
we climb out the pit.
but at sunrise we fall.
we brave the weather.
to find a circuit breaker.
the light we trip on's a foundation shaker.

it's just the route i took.
why don't you take a look.
read the open book.
your heart is being shook.

the rain it washed away our selfharm.
awoke the wounded sailor.
who set of the alarm?
it'll martyre the first or last.
but when it's sunday morning.
head down begin the task.

it's just the route i took.
why don't you take a look.
read the open book.
your heart is being shook.

you'll drink it all up.
and eat away your crazies.
i'll sit and write reams of unused pages.
spend your life sighing.
questioning if he's dead.
say's too much yet leaves it all unsaid.

it's just the route i took.
why don't you take a look.
read the open book.
your heart is being shook.
i'll drive around for hours.
bleed through my pen.
let the rats run upstairs.
round and back again.
three blind days a recipe to read.
the stove is burning yet the carving knife's freed.

it's just the route i took.
why don't you take a look.
read the open book.
your heart is being shook.
slowly weave this tapestry of time.
peace by piece a picture foms in our mind.
by the time we awake we can't get back.
the birds have eaten all our breadcrumb tracks.

it's just the route i took.
why don't you take a look.
read the open book.
your heart is being shook.
it's just the route i took.
it's just the route i took.