I compose, every center, every perspective any part is a nose I propose, a way of looking, or a way of looking past this Our redemption shows perfect stillness
Baby Love, is the shadow of our existence Any wiseman knows to keep his distance its not enough my desire fake some illness every liar knows to keep his stillness well i am stillness
I arose from the backplate, from the blank slate i remember smoke and all the fires of November paint our blood on our back doors and i remember him still at the corner hes still at the corner
Baby time, is the shadow of our existence any wiseman knows to keep his distance its not enough my desire to fake some illness every liar knows to keep his stillness well i am stillness