Wreck & Reference Irony Of Being Something
You won't need to go swimming to save me irony of being Something is not lost on me
Maybe, do you think your life has meaning?
Convince me
Dusty past and a crude future make for unforgettable dreams
Is it me or are we changing into things we can't see?
Crazed and starved from the sunsets
Can you remember your dreams?
Talk about the blood inside you
As skin is bursting the seams
Close your eyes and think about
What you will never be
Which future haunts you the most?
Which words bite you in the rain?
The condensation inside
And I can see this face in many faces
Is there hope big enough that can warm me enough
When I thought that you could change me
That you'd break this?
Stone uncertainty sinking me
Like animals in the trench without any eyes
Ready to dredge every color of blue
Plaster casts of it all
In the skin, in the skin
Winning is an obsolete thing
And the roads are narrowing
The thousand years of hell aren't real
Only a few more here
Which future haunts you the least?
Which words help dull the pain?
The condensation inside
And I can see the passing of many faces
There's no trough big enough
And if happiness writes white on the page
Find a dark pit and throw me in
Feeling yourself in the ravine
It's either wet and cold
Or unparalleled in majesty
Or unparalleled in majesty
Or unparalleled in majesty
