Until i've been in a hole for a long time or along
the waves moving seas in a chase,
before the evening closes in the hole,
it's a still shadow, or maybe just a punch
in the face, when retold, you can hear how all,
the guns went off, stirring as they popped,
and with that moment i would tell you everything i want,
i'd just tell you all, but what's with the world and all,
the visibly clear isn't adding up, maybe tonight it's
that they're setting up some war with anyone
well, it grew up that fast, started taking the hole by the grasp,
the strongest hold, fire warming my arms,
puppet showmen perform,
from the roadway behind us it projects along the wall,
but if we accept that scene is all we know and
gold is cloudy and dull, what exists outside of the
hole, well i think i will try to turn and dodge, even face forward,
to tell you all
then you showed them all, did it clear and
now you can't even, bury the light, will you set it up,
some war with everyone, you'd count on if i
cared would they know, sucked in just let the waiting start,
carry the light, were you setting up, all the shocks
are in the endings along the wall
is this meaning we're stuck seated, beneath
the floor as legs run by, we accept it's a
seated row, necks chained move slow...
couldn't see if you failed at all, but did you have it all,
wait for the moment, somebody told me i'm over thinking it all
did i hide it all, way before, coming close, to vaguely recall,
and if i have it all, passing by, hearing steps,
it can't be them running, did they always go flailing around,
a scenery change and some favorite sounds would
mean it's always old, way better off, somebody
should've told you you're over-thinking it all...
when you have it all, a lazy town, cutting it close,
racing around, and if it's always old, tap your toes,
pretty soon you will be where you want, until you
always go, leaning down, scenery shakes, new
and bright with clouds, nowadays we're always told,
we're way better off, and brave against sorrow,
you can be bold...
