Hospital Handshakes

Is this an exercise, or an exorcism
Firework pilots fly towards the explosion
In the sky the bright colored lights
Suffering the horizon of my mind
I'm a patient with no patience
Hospital Handshakes

We must each be broken
If we're ever to be made new again
The current of this currency
Is painting me golden

You're a ghost in the sun
A massacre on the winter
A silent sea deafening defeat
Drowning the minor 2nd
Until there's no line between the truth
and the lies we're all hiding behind
If it's a choice what will we decide
When we choose sides
Between the darkness and the light

We must each be broken
If we're ever to be made new again
The current of this currency
is painting me golden

She held my hands and walked me back
from the ledge where I was standing
My Father sent me to my Mother
to be punished no longer
I'm gonna heal up now from this trauma
I'll close the window and shorten the shadows

Gonna get better and better, Gonna heal up from this trauma
Gonna get better and better, Gonna heal up from this trauma
Gonna get better and better, Gonna better and better - Gonna get better

We must each be broken
If we're ever to be made new again
The current of this currency
Is painting me golden
Painting me golden
Painting me
Painting me gold