I put down the phone still thinking about you
My instinct says to look up at the clock
There was an earthquake trembling in my voice
Here alone I feel its aftershock
Coming up from the bedrock
The plates are shifting in the cabinet
As this heartache takes its toll
Down in the bedrock a change is happening
Down in the bedrock of my soul
I've hid my head so long I'm apt not to be found
Down here in darkness damp without a sound
One heartbeat can tremble, one heartbeat can undermine
The very ground you take for granted
As rooted down in the bedrock
The plates are shifting in the cabinet…
When push comes to shove, I buckle underneath your will
Tempered by change I turn to stone
But close to the core is the essence of it all
Without this foundation I am alone
Strange sensation living in this living room
There's a ripple in my water glass
Tremors in my hands
A hint of what I am
As premonitions seem to come and pass
Another continent I drift about in shock
A soul unfastened from its bedrock
The plates are shifting in the cabinet…
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