Pieces of the ethos in your eyes
Comes back around and how time flies
Connected stars in the wake of the moon
Pieces of the ethos in your eyes
Talking to myself in the mirror in a foggy haze
Trails leading to nowhere
Nights slip into days
Sleeping in a magic dream
Mystery box of treasure
Talking to myself in the mirror in a foggy haze
Pieces of the ethos in your eyes
Comes back around and how time flies
Connected stars in the wake of the moon
Pieces of the ethos in your eyes
Dark matter stuck to the bottom of my shoe
Trails leading to nowhere
Nights slip into days
Sleeping in a magic dream
Mystery box of treasure
Dark matter stuck to the bottom of my shoe
Pieces of the ethos in your eyes
Comes back around and how time flies
Connected stars in the wake of the moon
Pieces of the ethos in your eyes