Album: Hope Is Just a State of Mind
Fortunately, I've got enough to realize
This is growing old.
The promises, you saw the shallow footsteps in the snow
That you would cover up.
Continuously, I have seen the centuries in your eyes
Now I'm growing up, the swerve that rocks your boat
Leaves no buckets in the shroud. You want show in all
You need show in all.
I'm wound down by it all. I'm wound down by it all.
Take my innocent relieve, take my shattered unappease
I'm going down.
In Compton got on dying, if he is not already long dead
The only place for languages, the remnants of these bandages
That we've (???) while they're wrapped around my head
The subtle tulip thread that's filling me
Is deep in it's capillary
Fortunately, I've got enough to realize
This is growing old.
This is growing old.
I'm wound down by it all. I'm wound down by it all.
Take my innocent relieve, take my shattered unappease
I'm going down.