as the clouds below are gently unaware

that the sun did cry for us until we knew it's shape



gravity pulling life from the body into a map of the seas

oh my, i've written one too many lies this time

muscles as sore as the loser I am



brilliant is he who makes his move but knows exactly where he should have gone to the ones who've held me back

write as the reader you are

until the end of all time



i hid my face in your dress

to act as my disquise

to hide the face that in 13 years

i would see my own damn eyes



brilliant is he who makes his move but knows exactly where he should have gone to the ones who've held me back

write as the reader you are

until the end of all time