Machines

I would dig a thousand holes to lay next to you
I would dig a thousand more if I needed to
I look around the grave 
for an escape route of old routines
There doesn’t seem to be any other way

I’ve started falling apart I’m not savouring life
I’ve forgotten how good it could be to feel alive

Crazy as it sounds you wont feel as low as you feel right now
At least that’s what I’ve been told by everyone
I whisper empty sounds in your ear
And hope that you won’t let go
Take the pieces and build them skywards

Take the pieces and build them up to the sky.