Standards & Practice - Crash of Rhinos

If there ways and means or methods

To snap into place with sharpness

With form, with function

The scene I kept in a frame

Thinking back to when I was fourteen in '85

Wishing these conversations had survived

With form, with function

This distance leaves me cast

But I want you to hear my voice

I’m sending out you a signal

History’s choking on the fumes of this night

You’re stalling this re-run

Our words now filling gaps in time

This weakness I fell for

Long since our voices fell flat

Fragile and flawless

The eyes I could never bring back

Remember the endings

You know what we’re leaving for

The context we’re feeling for

The context we’re feeling for

Ideas that won’t grow

Songs that they play no more

Fragile and flawless

The eyes I could never bring back

The context we’re feeling for