Letras
On the drive home there was an elk by the road
My body is so full of pathos, there is no space for bones
I was waiting on the high seat but the deers, they never came
I was sitting in the backyard, waited for the rain
That - also - never came
Tried to read the tracks, but am blinded by emotions
Reality - as always - was overthrown by notion
If you would draw the ocean
I guess I could handle it
In portions
On the drive home there was an elk by the road
My body is so full of pathos, there is no space for bones
I was waiting on the high seat but the deers, they never came
I was sitting in the backyard, waited for the rain
That - also - never came
Tried to read the tracks, but am blinded by emotions
Reality - as always - was overthrown by notion
If you would draw the ocean
I guess I could handle it
In portions
Paint me like i am
A miserable mess
Without a skeleton
There is no silhouette