Stabbing you’re friends with a passion .
This wouldn’t fly if you knew them .
No one forgets about you anymore .
When time is on your side .
Could it be that , you’re slipping ?
Could it be that , you sink while you’re swimming ?
Could it be that , you soak up the diamonds ?
Could it be that , your skin is restricting ?
up up up up up up .
minds cool brains and states ---
its hard to explain .
Could it be that , you’re slipping into new lands ?
Disappointed , that no one came back !
Disappointed ! weeks of waiting for ...
You scream cause you found the way .
Your sore eyes are nine nine nine .
Whats so right about the right about the right about .
It's the key to learn to soothe .
But you cant explain the way they come back to you .
But you cant explain the way they feel .
Nope . You Cant !
You see an opportunity for human kind not unlike , spoons and minds and crystal blinds that bind .
Then, you been over it .
It’s the way . . . . .
Beautiful nocturn hiding out on a stain.
Its alright, strangely, calm is sensational.
Is it true you can unfold ?
And float through the street ?
Is it true and like a chorus ?
Reverberating as a way to amend a life you have spent .
A passing of page .
Through this sighting down I’ll sit in the wrappings and ropes and the cunning arms and eyes and bones , I'm holding on for way to long .
Its on my mind .
I bet you could have pictured it .
And I bet you could have seen my whole song .
Best of all , you could have just picked up my loss .
buts its seems to far for you
but you could have seen my short sighted song .