All the wrecks inside, seem to seep right in 

Through the pores of a normal everyday man 

Wakes to small bare trees and november leaves 

When in fact its the warm sunny spring time 



Don't blow it away son 



Neutral feeling glide, through the reeling 

Hide all your fears inside of each other 

Wakes to pouring rain, and the icy plains 

When in fact its the glorious springtime 



Don't blow it away son 



All the wrecks inside seem to seep right in 

Through the pores of a normal everyday man 

Once your vision sees what the others see 

Won't awake to be what we'd hoped to see 

Once your vision sees what the others see 

Maybe then we could split apart the meanings 

Won't awake to be what we'd hoped to see 

Why in fact could you not see the sunshine