- The Planet

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November 12, 2015

Lyrics

My brother's hands built distant lands
From the forests and the shorelines of his mind.
He never let me, or my Josephine,
Catch a glance at the canvas that took all of his time.

Until the day we heard the crash and they came in through the backdoor
As he screamed "Don't let them take what I designed."
We saw the world that he had made
As he vanished through the paint and his hand reached out to pull us safe inside.

They caught me as I placed her down in New York City streets.
Love roared as they pulled me back and tears fell from her cheeks
And she said, "When you let go, where will I be?"
And I broke down and said, "I'll be shackled, you'll be free."

I was put to work, told to pick her world apart
Turn her colors to arithmetic, and code the painting's heart.
Chained me to a wall, so I could never fall
In the memories that haunted me and echoed through the halls.

Dangled dreams in front of me,
Keep me running on the wheel
Programmed like the rest of them to never think or feel.

They caught me as I placed her down in New York City streets.
Love roared as they pulled me back and tears fell from her cheeks
And she said, "When you let go, where will I be?"
And I broke down and said, "Love is shackles, you'll be free."

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