Ron Gerald - Becomes Lyrics

Air tight stares affix on her motion
An onslaught of pain may fly
Cuz there she tears her stares thru an open
Door to the wander side

(But arms don't trap to keep her included)
In chest bands to beat the drum
(They nap and hang by the suited)
Up dressed man as he becomes
(Arms don't trap to keep her included)
In chest bands to beat the drum
(They nap and hang by the suited)
Up dressed man as he becomes

(Becomes) More exhale prone cuz gones (Becomes) allow for breaks to roam
(Becomes) More exhale prone cuz gones (Becomes) allow for breaks to roam
(Becomes) More exhale prone cuz gones (Becomes) allow for breaks to roam
(Becomes) More exhale prone cuz gones (Becomes) allow for breaks to hone
(Becomes) The image of who I (Becomes) would engage in weeks with
(Becomes) The image of who I (Becomes) would engage in sheets with
(Becomes) The image of who I (Becomes) would engage in weeks with
(Becomes) The image in the mind (Becomes) of where I would rather be

Day contains clarity hours
The onslaught of pain is void
Space hung between close encounters
Allows me to make my joy

(But arms don't trap to keep her included)
In chest bands to beat the drum
(They nap and hang by the suited)
Up dressed man as he becomes
(Arms don't trap to keep her included)
In chest bands to beat the drum
(They nap and hang by the suited)
Up dressed man as he becomes

(Becomes) More exhale prone cuz gones (Becomes) allow for breaks to roam
(Becomes) More exhale prone cuz gones (Becomes) allow for breaks to roam
(Becomes) More exhale prone cuz gones (Becomes) allow for breaks to roam
(Becomes) More exhale prone cuz gones (Becomes) allow for breaks to hone
(Becomes) The image of who I (Becomes) would engage in weeks with
(Becomes) The image of who I (Becomes) would engage in sheets with
(Becomes) The image of who I (Becomes) would engage in weeks with
(Becomes) The image in the mind (Becomes) of where I would rather be

Tell me that you lay in a tighter hold
Tell me you're okay say so I can know
Tell so I can grow on toward a go
At the physical (Embodiment of what I know)
Would be the better fit, would heave my decadents
And seed more delicates into this head affixed
On this neck of mine, tell me you'll be fine
Without me intertwined (In thoughts that make your mind)
(In thoughts that make your mind)
(In thoughts that make your mind)