Science - Framing Hanley

In the distance, beyond the crowd

Sirens sing a chorus symphony

A dissonance, a dissonance in blue in red

Is there a distance beyond the clouds

Does a choir sing a welcoming

Where they cleanse me of, cleanse me of

all of my impurities

I feel like I’m close to knowing

Comatose, cold to the touch

From head to toe

From promise to dusk

There’s a devil in my head and

This trouble he’s got me into

I hope I’ve never disappointed you

This is the science of men falling apart

In shadows, somewhere in the dark

Struggling to meet, bless his heart

Inmprisioned in, imprisioned in a world she didn’t deserve

All the embers fade till there’s nothing else

Just a consequence of his former self

It’s a miracle, a miracle she made it this far

It looks like she’s close to letting go

Comatose, cold to the touch

From head to toe, from promise to dusk

There’s a devil in my head and

This trouble he’s got me into

I hope I’ve never disappointed you

This is the science of men falling apart

Falling apart

We have a choice and when our backs are against the fence

This is the aftermath, what happens after that?

When all the paths are taken back to where it all begins

This is the aftermath, what happens after that?

What happens after that?

Comatose, cold to the touch

From head to toe

From promise to dusk

There’s a devil in my head and

This trouble he’s got me into

I hope I’ve never disappointed you

This is the science of men falling apart