Yelling through feathers, I’m under cushions. This is our fortress and no one can get us. Tonight we don’t feel so small. Leave your crafts up on the table. There’s no room for elephants and whales. Listen to me carefully, your suitor speaks in braille. This is our fortress and no one can get us. Tonight we don’t feel so small.
Time has turned it's back on me, I'm counting sheep in groups of threes. Now my eyes refuse to rest Is this dreaming at it's best?, I guess. Behind those silent sleepy eyes. All these sheep like submarines, submerged between the linen sheets. The first and second hands have burned. Still in search of sleep, Leaving no cloud unturned. Behind those silent sleepy eyes. You're not sleeping alone tonight, These sheep have been here for hours (They’re not leaving).
We're in a room where the conversation paints the walls. Pour me a glass of silence. Take me where the water motions waterfalls, that's where all the quiet ones rest. Won't you please, take a seat. Take your time to paint my walls a different shade of grey. Won't you please, take a seat. Take your time. Silence.
Don’t walk outside if you can’t see sky. One wrong move will leave you listening to lowernotes. Hide under your covers. Withered, I'm wilted like the flowers you forgot to water. Wooden teeth are chewing on their roots. “That will teach them not to mess with a good thing.” Close your eyes and turn the other way. Withered, wilted like the flowers you forgot to water. “That will teach them not to mess with a good thing.”
Mouth full of teeth but with no words. A disconnected vocal chord can't sing the song that no one's heard. Say what you want, but with no words. You might notice that your breathing pattern changed. Caught and cornered with your organs re-arranged. Time for the worst thing to happen. You might notice that your breathing pattern changed.
Watching passion fade without a movement. You're in a place you don't want to be. Talk to the man who sold you the moon, he'll show you everything you want to see. Broken kaleidoscope led you astray. Failure fades through your fingers. "What doesn't come easy isn't worth it to me." Mr. Moon has come back to haunt you. Return to that place where you don't want to be. You look at the stars not caring if you grow blind. Fall in, Fall out. Leader led you astray.
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