it comes with reasonnand when we question, we question with sinceritynrun through webs of grass and treesnonly to wake, only to wakenglued to the sun like a ceiling,nwaiting as we drip into the nightnglued to the sun like a ceiling,nwaiting as we drip into the nightnit comes with reasonnand when we question, we question with sinceritynrun through webs of grass and treesnonly to wake, only to wakenbut when it all collides and goes undernit's never permanentnit's never permanentntears stream down my necknfalling into place, falling into placenwhen i finally realize, we knew all alongnwhen i finally realize, we knew all along