With the grains of wood in your eyes
Lookin' down at me
I feel like livin' life in the spring
And in prosperous times
You'll hear whispers of rhymes
So your livin' up to means of extremes
And now days collide
Wishing size to right
And seams of lines in sight
Yeah hear me now if you will somehow
Dreaming shadows out loud for now
And systems boiling too hot and the ceiling is not
Just keep flying into the stars
So there's pain in your heart and the music won't start
Just a chasin' out the muse when she come
And keys of doors still unlocked
Finding reason to rock and semi-twisted season of love
But still there's horses need broke
And there's ruins to smoke
And your head needs a joke now and then
Still keeping time with your mind
In case you know what you find
But falling down through the crowd feeling mud
There is a house full of death everywhere
And freshly found in the garden is bare
In dire need of nothing but leaving
Hold to a theme
And pulling out of the tides just in time
Sick of reasons to fall
Wishing nothing at all
And the consequence of leaving won't call