Letras
A life keeps running on
Losing time to someone else
Faith that you're stowing
It's just as well
Choosing time to find yourself
Truth that you're stowing
It's just as well
Sight reaping what nobody owns
Rolling in tides, pull a thorn from a sigh
Raising up to lie low
Find nothing is all that anybody knows
Adept and inept with the breadth in an ebb
Flowed out and pushed in the towed
Floored in implored meaning
A wake ending
imploding ceilings
An ebb riddled awry