Letra de Periphery

High in the Sandias Mountains, the world like the face of Mars
Craters and canyons and holy matrimony beneath a ceiling of stars
And then the rooftop wraps around because the sky is just the ground
And nothing falls between the cracks
It makes me laugh to think this worried me back there;
I see it now, the moving clouds, the heavy air
But this is no painter who slouches before you, my sketches are simple and crude
Would one with such telling hands be found in such a pose?
The facts I know do not necessitate a truth
Fly down that American highway, the wind like a wrecking ball
Suddenly, your planet feels small
And those tall tales on their false scales mean nothing at all
But you recited them so well, the way the syntax rose and fell
And held together the pieces of that tattered yarn you wear today
I like the way it brings out the anguish in your eyes
It matches mine in such a way it's a sick mistake to label it divine
There's someone out there who would kill to hold you now
You're not alone unless you have your doubts
We're on a sinking boat
We're living just to get out alive but we should be singing with the sun in our eyes
You'll never be alone unless you have your doubts