Из альбома: Condition
Somewhere between the morning rise to end.
I stumbled with a notion,
came home with a package saying:
"Hey! I'm right here!
Wanting to be fulfilled".
We wait, wither, and die
and it bothers no one.
Looking through a mirror,
we read from reflection.
Scale self-worth to you.
I can see you and what you mean to me.
Somewhere misplaced,
trapped in some daydream.
I trembled at your smile,
as it turned into a blank.
The match slowly dies
and leaves behind a dance
of twisted, rising envelopes
to elope my form and figure.
Come on closer,
let me soak you in
while I find resolution.
Sure definitive.
Forgotten document.