Letâs raise a family warmly now growing
Which waits a while in the mean time weâre knowing
All that I see all that is a part of me
Turns into the past eventually
Could is good should is beaked and feeding
Some things drift again and nothing new survives repeating
Yours and mine hope is a beacon
So we watch a while go by and all the light is leaking
What would it take to make it right?
Weâve blurred the colors of our face
When youâre a dark and empty night
How come I let you in my place?
What would a little bit still mean?
Weâve painted all the grass blades black
When Iâm a cloud/claw like I have been
How come you always take me back?
Letâs think it through again, see it in some meaning
How to sweeten up the sight that weâve been busy beating
All that I can all that part about the plan
Take it back and try to understand
Should is tough likely to call out the bluff
Clipping at the peak and all the noise is just as much
My cold crown Iâve been busy freezing
So we watch a while go by and all the light is leaking
While we wait a while goes on and all the light is leaking
What would a little bit still mean?
Weâ blurred the colors of our face
When Iâm a claw like I have been
How come you let me in your place?
What would it take to make it right?
Weâve painted all the grass blades black
When youâre a dark and empty night
How come I always take you back?