Thrown together like a collection of quotes When the work consisted entirely of jokes While we wade through the questions For which we got answers prepared We build a ladder because we think It's too safe to take the stairs
It feels familiar And it comes naturally Nothing peculiar No sense of tragedy There is no wisdom Unkept by vanity We'll find acknowledgment At the end of our sanity There is no use for you or I But two must lead
When will we know when the time is right to concede? What will we risk if we sit around in disbelief? There is no use for you or I But two must lead There is no use for you or I But two must lead
Pawned off like an appliance without a practical meaning Where do we fit preoccupied with being? An illustration of ourselves Growing up from the ground
I'm finding reasons all the time for you to stay mine Instead of right-in-front-of-left and left-in-front-of-right Our definitions will outlast what they define What will it take, if it won't take your time? Our definitions will outlast what they define What will it take, if it won't take your time?
Long dogs piling secret gestures on the pavement feeling Our reeling ferocity as it unfurls in crooked fingers every day Growing up from the ground Unnatural like electric light bulbs We are a river to considerTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
