Mantras are falling through ceiling, good morning Words that are snatched and weighed under, I’m yawning Dollars confusing, they multitude blurring The feeling that something’s not right
(Chorus x2) You’ve wallowed all up the things that you found Gun in my lap, melody the ones that condescend And falls away like a dog from yesterday’s haze Say aye, got that light up, this what you found
(Verse 2) Seems the grail meets as there greets is where Hundreds of stories worth told before open doors Close the doors, corners of pages have folded down Left around, beginning to fade in the sun