You're woven into my thoughts, you're the first thing that I think of when I wake, and you're with me as I fall asleep. How quickly things change, and how suddenly, a quilt of love takes shape.
Flying over the streets laughing, the wind rising, piece a stoge with the lord, high up in a tree. Ontologically speaking, I saw the beacon beckon.
Took a leap of faith and crashed into the park, coated in the dust of a come down cheap, I thought I'd found peace, I thought I'd found peace.
You see my eyes are bloodshot? I slam my fists into the wall. And take the quilts that bind us: It's no one's fault.
Out of my control, its the root of my affliction, the root of my lament. Out of my control, a quilt of love takes shape.
Look here, I wear all my thoughts and fears, on my sleeve for all to see. Sometimes I don't know where I'm going- where I'm going- that's alright.