Pentimento To The Bridge
This is an endless amount of elements
Constructed out of math and other things that I barely
understand.
And I stare from a coast with every intention
To see another destination.
It's not about hate, and it's not about pain.
Just compelling waves of thought that seem to wash over
your brain.
They're whispering:
"Do the right thing or throw it all away".
Well I just haven't decided if it's across the lake
Or at the bottom of it.
That wind was something I'll never forget.
Every time I feel it move, I'm reminded
It's not about love, and it's not about trust.
But being comfortable collapsing on the shores where you
wash up.
They're whispering:
"Do the right thing or throw it all away, away".
All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul
All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul
All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul (I'll
throw it all away)
All we are is blood and bones and sometimes a soul (I'll
throw it all)