Another thorn to swallow
Another thorn to swallow Flight swept cross the sea Rose comes with sweet Melt the cold wings between Free dive, sinker swam Frost cap upon the surface Hold to your last line Such as a shortened breath Spoken word, callout (me again) Feelings worth twice the word Take your eyes and wakeup Dramamine start the spinning ship Yet here you are Marks twice towards the stew Who’ll be the one to...
Over tree tops
save for that one night we almost spent, seems you left me guessing i’m still standing where I left you; parted, high upon the west bank waiting for the spread but seems a no show seems you chose the cold one; i’m still taking in short breaths o’er the Spruce trees
how is it i explain to you the things i know and the things i’ve seen there’s something right, in front of me someone to promise me in an i believe a mind a world touching me in your hand something i believe keep asking me, why won’t you take another day a hint at a Flavor and hidden regret i’d prefer even a complicated mirrored travel of guided misdirect ...