[ Featuring The Humble ]
Some see it as a waste of time...
Some see it as a loss of control...
When the moon decides which way to go.
Iu0027ve been down on my luck...
Iu0027ve been waiting so long...
But my whole life,
My whole life remains my own.
A Silhouette of my dreams with no lines...
I fill it with colors and truth.
A photograph or a frame of my life is about the lens Iu0027m looking through.
So what did you expect when I told you:
That Iu0027m goinu0027 home... wonu0027t be around until the fall?
But still you try to sink your claws in me.
A Silhouette of my dreams with no lines...
I fill it with colors and truth.
A photograph or a frame of my life is about the lens Iu0027m looking through.
And Iu0027ll no longer wait...
No time for auto-focus.
My lens will see straight in time.
