The clouds below me 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 are 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 disguise
to hide the face that in thirteen 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