You never said a word with tangled hands dry, And I see through rose-colored eyes. Tell me I'm the only chance constantly hanging from the sky.
Persuing design both far and wide. Now that you know there's time, Rethink everything heard by the careless chior.
The way we see these thingsit's how we dream about reality. Promblematic to believe, let alone percieve. With doubt your mind reads through internally, while observation flees. Nothing can turn the sun back around.
Persuing design and out of time. Now that you know there's time, Rethink everything heard by the careless chior.
Sit and watch as I arise. I lean on surmise, though thier eyes are far from dry. Will fingers uncross? Will these knots untie? Brief: take a chance, see the glass half full, hope high