Calendar is open, the furniture’s dated If I go out tonight, don’t wanna be persuaded Running out of faces, it’s a failing structure Go back to square one, and start with a whisper
Saved until it’s remade Received but no relay It was nothing but a first draft It didn’t have an ounce of contrast Another short-term getaway A still frame in a time lapse
It served its purpose, moments of focus I saw the future slip by unnoticed It lives in the falsework and stays undercover I hope my current state can hold the weight until it wants to be heard
Tip-toe over bridges that haven’t had upkeep It might spell disaster to bet it all on black sheep Every great idea has a long history And every tower gets swallowed in the sea
Nail on nail, steel on steel Construct myself in piecemeal Skeletal and faceless Unfinished empty spacesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
