I stay away, When you burn me like fire. I'm unmatched as I'm lazy. You spit as you say: I get crushed by my dreams That I clawed and begged for.
It's myself I deceive. I got all I asked for! If I wait in deep sleep, There's nothing there to pray for. Uneven and brittle. Is there fruit on our tree?
Those altered dreams That I saw there, Now look back at us cracked. And loving care notions Break as they retract. It's the morning here now, There's some peace, but no laughter.
It's myself I deceive. I got all I asked for! If I wait in deep sleep, There's nothing there to pray for. Uneven and brittle. Is there fruit on our tree?
The spirit master from whom we spent I sit now and see, all mine was pretense
Eh eh
It's myself I deceive. I got all I asked for! Uneven and brittle. Is there fruit on our tree? It's myself I deceive. I got all I asked for! Uneven and brittle. Is there fruit on our tree?