If I could drain out sorrow like the youth from our wings
then I’m certain I’d stand to hear any bird sing.
When time clocks out and the alarm gives off its ring
I’ll be sure to fall asleep with my eyes, and their rings.
You’re the constant in my dreams when I fall in bed.
You’re my moon and my stars, and my dreams in my head
You’re what keeps me from thinking I’m better off dead
So maybe if you give me a minute, I’ll have something better to say.
If I could figure a way to turn back time on its axis and lay on its spine
I’d figure a moment in time where life lushed up inside, and then lost its mind
It’s falling apart to the moments at night, when your heart goes blind
Parataxic distortions, just give me true sight.
And we’ll fall to the spiral of life
Repeating the moments inside of our minds
I’ll crack all these mirrors and say that I’m fine,
but if you believe me then I’m sure that you’re blind.