The wayward wind winds home at last. Feels the same and bends the mast. The moon rose backward till its past. Time the trickster ticking fast. . Oh the faces empty places we have been.
I see the lights are turning and I look outside. The stars are burning through this changing time. It could have been anything we want. It's fine, salvation was just a passing thought.
I saw her just the other day. See what you mean, yeah, she's okay. Seems like a sweet enough girl but she's not me. You take the lead, I'll take your hand.
This city's just waiting to crack. This house is not a home. This is me under attack. This is my self control. . And I thought you were somebody else.
Im sitting here frozen in this bed I made. Considering the weight of the bricks I laid now that Im through. One by one sealed every crack that I could slip.