Continental Drift Songtext

Don't worry, the pain in your chest is just continental drift. The doctor called it plate techtonics - it'll pass. It's the result of an injury behind your floating ribs. Exhale completely, as if you'd forgotten how to live.

Is there a point where everything clicks? Disparate pieces nuzzle closer, 'til each one fits. I dreamt a connection that couldn't be cleft, so take what you can and leave me what's left.
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