tell the world how i'll miss it's small atmosphere
and wonder how it will evolve
how it rose and it broke won't be trivial
stay on your feet in your hole. mr. four eyes
what seperates brings us closer. let us announce that it's dark on the holidays
and the morphine blurts out little chunks
don't let us know if your skin starts to turn too cold
one nap and then. mr. verteran
i tried to revive your breathe
steps but no banister. salts deprived from the eyes
without patience and a foothold to grip
i'll be the next in line. have a rope
if it's burning while i'm rising
it could only be the second best. so if there is not but a last thing we're adding on
it's seems neglected with rods
for i'd swear i just heard your voice
maybe it's just something in the air. carry on