A single small connector
Connects with yet another
Builds and links, intertwines with wonder
Leaved branches plucked from their fathers
In perfectly calculated chaos, coincidental miracles are cast
Beautiful bronze tubing siphoning the air
Rap your knuckles, rap your knuckles
Wrap your knuckles up
Several hundred thousands of crystal drops
Linking small hands of cotton
Sacrifice their brothers
Throw them to the land below
In perfectly calculated chaos, coincidental miracles are cast
A sense of shade cooling the ground
Drifts down delicately, painting the earth
A single small connector
Connects with yet another
The interns, they're running
Trying to find the files that say
There's no point in filing it all
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A single small connector
Connects with yet another
Builds and links, intertwines with wonder
Leaved branches plucked from their fathers
In perfectly calculated chaos, coincidental miracles are cast
Beautiful bronze tubing siphoning the air
Rap your knuckles, rap your knuckles
Wrap your knuckles up
Several hundred thousands of crystal drops
Linking small hands of cotton
Sacrifice their brothers
Throw them to the land below
In perfectly calculated chaos, coincidental miracles are cast
A sense of shade cooling the ground
Drifts down delicately, painting the earth
A single small connector
Connects with yet another
The interns, they're running
Trying to find the files that say
There's no point in filing it all
Connects with yet another
Builds and links, intertwines with wonder
Leaved branches plucked from their fathers
In perfectly calculated chaos, coincidental miracles are cast
Beautiful bronze tubing siphoning the air
Rap your knuckles, rap your knuckles
Wrap your knuckles up
Several hundred thousands of crystal drops
Linking small hands of cotton
Sacrifice their brothers
Throw them to the land below
In perfectly calculated chaos, coincidental miracles are cast
A sense of shade cooling the ground
Drifts down delicately, painting the earth
A single small connector
Connects with yet another
The interns, they're running
Trying to find the files that say
There's no point in filing it all
Writer: Luke Morris
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid