Penguin Prison Desert Cold
Just minor. I fell awake after I had
A normal fate taken from me back
Where you can see only what you can control
Then why can't you see the wind?
Another world, another second
It can't be long for you to step in
I'd travel home, but home is international
And my maps are old it can't be held together
I've been running all this morning from the comet store
I've been swimming through the sand into the desert cold
I've been spending all my living on the air I breath
You can call me one thing, but I won't answer to the name you speak
As close as we feel we've gotten
To a place that won't be forgotten
The future cares not for how
We scratched the walls, or build the ground from here
And in your head
How big is your we?
And when you're alone
Will it include me?
In all the globe will everybody be
Laughing at how you would treat what you believe is another?
Oh, why don't I know what happens before it does?
When after it becomes is the only read out come
Did I believe to much in the waiting sun?
That came along before we belong and maybe won
We belong and now than
I've been running all this morning from the comet store
I've been swimming through the sand into the desert cold
I've been spending all my living on the air I breath
You can call me one thing, but I won't answer to the name you speak