I don't know if I can tell
I don't know if I can see the difference
In anyone or anything
What's the matter with my head
I can see the ghost of past and pending
It's what you want and how I perceive
Like forcing spring
In summer time
Somehow acquired on the road
Every show is just a show of deception
If god forbids then I can't believe
Both hands required every stitch
From pain I sympathize the love around me
A push and pull, a force I need
A force of sleep
A slow of time