broken jaw of a cartoon artist fight a war for word space in the captions 140 characters to say it all in 12 000 miles of spaces in between i never listened to what the thunder said a million miles or more in a minute youll never know the needle in the haze forget me nots forgotten before may dry stones in april no sounds of water drip drip drop we are the farthest distance apart and then in the night ethereal rumors waver in the light its too soon to know it all cause and then hes out a force with no direction dry stones no sounds water from the wasteland reckless daring in a moment of a surrender which a thousand words of prudence cant take back retrace your footsteps and all of your pixel counts the palace and the prison keep on getting built back to back we are the farthest distance apart and there in the night marauders of the moment motion in the end the shadow in between i cant even find silence in the mountains dry stone wet hands water from the wasteland i cant even find silence in the wasteland 