How far till you know the goal?
Our frequency has left me cold
Without a place to rest and stow
This part of me is breaking hold
Of you, of patience, a frame, a placement
Now away from your money spent
Consuming mere sediment
And bingeing on a misprint
In colors of every tint
Of me, of patience, a frame, a placement
You're afraid to take your toll, well now you've got to let that go, and extoll out from what you' re told, what all of us have always known.
Incur your own desires
While caught up in barbed wire
It's all you've known of what's required
A thought that looms a mile
You're afraid to take your toll, well now you have to let that go, and extoll from what you hold, what all of us have always known.
Of me, of patience, a frame, a placement